Just had an interesting situation at the front door. Door bell goes off (which never really happens), and I answer it. It's a smoking hot 17(?) year-old long haired brunette with huge tits carrying a cardboard box who starts going off about some fund-raising thing for her hockey team to go to Prague next year. I smile and say, "sure, glad to help..." totally in the "I'm picturing you naked and from behind" head space, when her father, dressed in the latest Mossy Oak camo hunting jacket, coughs from behind her (totally unnoticed until the cough), as if to say, "quick mind-fucking my daughter and just give her money for chocolate already." I still flirted, like every dirty old man should, and also bought $20 of overpriced shitty almond chocolate.
i may or may not have just shown my book club girlfriends my pictures in the boobie thread. Ah, the good ol' days.
You should show them the post where you updated it today with a new one. And encourage them to also post. That's what all the cool book clubs do.
You're like the Candyman, popping up whenever someone mentions the Boobie thread. I wonder if someone looks in the mirror and says Boobie Thread three times if you show up in their bed with a camera or not.
It's a gift. Hey, now, I want to see all of the boobies, but I'm not a creep. I would be interested to know who might look in the mirror and say "Boobie Thread, Boobie Thread, Boobie Thread."
I seem to remember a few gals getting into a Boobie Pic Competition back on the ole TMMB. The same two posters kept one-upping each other. I'm no tittay connoisseur, but it was fun to watch.
Ok, ladies, TX. has thrown down the gauntlet - or, the brassiere - and challenged you all to a boob off. Good luck to all of you.