My friend has boobs. I have breasts on-site too, of course but hers have the magic of the centuries in them.

Men love 'em beyond comprehension to those of us who just dabble in Dairyland once in awhile for caffeine transfer.

A lesbian I lived with was also not on the same page as the penised about huge bobblies.

She had to really think it out before her eureka: "I get it! It's like when they're 12 with their new hormones, and see these giant puffy things they don't have! Them are BOOBIES! They never forget that time. Something new to play with."

So, whatever that was about, it's alive and well. My friend can be acting like a beast, and will have men acting WAY nicer than I believe them to actually be. Smarmier.

I'm shruggy about it because a) I get to pat them or rest my head there without fuss. She doesn't mind sharing with her l'il buddy or b) jealous and don't realize it. That might be it. Attention for no reason other than standing there! Ability to change a guy's personality by my sheer 4 inch cleavage drop.

I had two girlfriends / flings, both with huge puff monsters. I just kinda wished they could be put into cargo. I prefer Special K size, so forgive me for not getting on the Manwagon, caught in the headlights. Mmmagical boobies...