"It must be fantastic to have breasts!" I can't tell you how many times that thought has past through my mind in my lifetitme. Of course, the women in my life tell me "the're just there Chris." If you wake up with them every morning and they go everywhere you go, I imagine you would get used to them. But as an observer, I never just get used to them. When I think of all the breasts I have noticed in my life I think to myself, "how can another pair have that much effect on you?" But they do. So often I feel almost as though I have never seen breasts before.
It is hot in Melbourne today. About 34 degress (C). Good breast weather. Last night I was sitting in a cafe which opened onto the footpath. A young woman walked past. She had on a sort of camisole top with just the very tops of her breasts exposed. It looked very nice. "It must be fantastic to have breasts", I thought.
Today as I was driving along I noticed a girl walking along. She could have been anywhere between sixteen and about twenty-two. She had a pretty singlet top on and obviously no bra. Her breasts bounced freely up and down, too and for underneath her top. "It must be fantastic to have breasts," I thought.
Tonight I was in the same cafe as yesterday and I specifically noticed that the waitresses were all wearing black singlet tops. Their tops weren't low cut but the ever so slight bounce of the tops of their breast was clear to see. "It must be fantastic to have breasts," I thought.
Oh how I'd like you, my breasted friends, to know how much we love your breasts. We love all of you and we don't tell you that often enough. But we do love your breasts. We'd love to be able to tell you that in a way that doesn't offend you
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