Apr 23, 2013 21:31
I am going for my first ever boob-squishing tomorrow. I had always nurtured the naive belief that I would escape this particular middle-aged-woman torture because they would not be able to fit The Girls into their squishing machine, but my friend F, whose boobs are several cup sizes larger than Hephzibah* and Ghislaine* got squished without problem, so short of claiming that the dog ate my homework, I am out of excuses. Wish me luck
* Yes, of course they have names. Don't everyones'?