Saturday Boobage 8-29-2015

From Randy.

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16 comments on “Saturday Boobage 8-29-2015

  1. Oh nooo! Toejam will surely leave me for this one!
    Denny…what have you done?!? I can’t believe you’re giving him teeny nipples.

    Ha..Denny, you know I joke. Luv ya!

    ~XxxOoo

  2. Now that there’s a total package. Face, boobs, torso. What lurks farther down is unfortunately left up to our imagination.

  3. I’m calling them jugs the real deal. Those jabungas are as natural as the blue sky. Yea, a tad large but they’re Mother Nature’s creation. As an added bonus Denny has give us some decent sized aureoles and really erect nipples. Denny must have had a reversal of his bloated boobs, big top tent sized aureoles. I guess it was the sight of those mountains in Montana that made him repent.

    1) FACE: Sweet, sultry and definitely porn queen. I’ve seen her on some triple “A” (Axe-Wound, Anal, Armpit) video somewhere, but her faux name eludes me at the moment. By the way don’t ignore “Armpit sex. Check with DDP. She’ll testify to the exotic, stimulating experience. Next, look carefully at those bloated lips. Yup mucho layers of rock-hard calluses from hundreds of Johnsons slipping & sliding over them. But that’s OK. She has a few thousand miles left on those baloney skins. Eyes? They’ve seen plenty of curly pubes real close up. Both male, female & transgender I suspect. Rating: “A”.

    2) BOOBAGE: Nice. As I stated in my kick-off opine they are real. Do not doubt me. They also hang perfectly from their supporting pectoralis major. Not too low, not too high. Shaped like slightly under-inflated volley balls with those luscious aureoles and nipple pointed toward the heavens. Yup, I can’t fault them one bit. Rating: “A+++”.

    3) TORSO: Despite the point extracting metal in her navel her tummy area looks might fine to me. Firm, shapley in the right places and smooth as a porpoise’s belly. Yow sir! Rating: “A+”.

    Toejam overall rating: “A+”.

    Yup another expert female anatomical analysis in the can, so to speak. I checked my records and today’s is my 10, 503rd. Another couple of thousand and I enter the Guinness Book of World records. Then I’ll throw a party and you’re all invited.

    In the meantime I must endure yet another Saturday of scantily clad babes at the local mall. No peeking from the false ceiling over Macy’s woman’s changing room, however. The mall’s renta-cops have discovered it and I’m avoiding my favorite “heavenly bleacher seat”. I’m just gonna sit on a bench and watch the thighs go by while my mind recalls my many encounters with my love, DDP.

      • Sorry Sweetie,

        I got tied up when my new 20 year old blonde neighbor asked me for some help moving in. I moved in alright.

        No fear I’ll Skype you as soon as I get these embarrassing rope burns on my wrists, ankles and “ah, you know, DDP” attended to.

        Loves Ya,

        Toe

    • You know, at 16 years old I got a job at a local supermarket/variety store (sort of like a modern Target or Walmart). One of the deadly jobs was to take a lift truck up and replace burned out florescent bulbs. Once with both hands over my head guiding a 36 in bulb into its sockets, hovering maybe 30 feet over the floor I looked down and noticed that the ladies changing room had only four walls and no top. The dumb broads never looked up and I took light bulb duty all the time after that.

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