BigSlam123b
Only happy When It Rains
Fresh from my shower, I stand in front of the mirror complaining to my husband
that my breasts are too small. Instead of characteristically telling me it's not
so, he uncharacteristically comes up with a suggestion. "If you want your breasts
to grow, then every day take a piece of toilet paper and rub it between them for
a few seconds." Willing to try anything, I fetch a piece of toilet paper and
stand in front of the mirror, rubbing it between my breasts.
"How long will this take?" I asked.
"They will grow larger over a period of years," my husband replies. I
stopped.
" Do you really think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between my breasts
every day will make my breasts larger over
the years?"
Without missing a beat he says "Worked for your butt, didn't it?"
that my breasts are too small. Instead of characteristically telling me it's not
so, he uncharacteristically comes up with a suggestion. "If you want your breasts
to grow, then every day take a piece of toilet paper and rub it between them for
a few seconds." Willing to try anything, I fetch a piece of toilet paper and
stand in front of the mirror, rubbing it between my breasts.
"How long will this take?" I asked.
"They will grow larger over a period of years," my husband replies. I
stopped.
" Do you really think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between my breasts
every day will make my breasts larger over
the years?"
Without missing a beat he says "Worked for your butt, didn't it?"