Georgia Peaches Don't Need Modesty - AKA Skin to win

[EddieDavidson]

Another attempt at ENF/ reluctant nude female story. I really enjoy Perseus Girls without modesty series and this story is sort of my take on a plausible way that one sister (Darlene) believes in raising her girls without modesty/to be more accomodating and entertaining and (Katie) is more lenient at first.

Chapter one https://www.girlspns.com/viewtopic.php?p=54633#p54633

Katie's daughters Jenny (think Jenifer Grey from Ferris Bueller/Dirty dancing) and her sister Tish are the reluctant nudes.

Darlene's daughter Heather is skeptical but willing. Patty Cakes is basically a natural submissive that likes pleasing and being naked, she's also bashful and has some body image issues that will be addressed when she is nude - people really seem to like her/she likes that.

The story begins with some early vignettes that are loosely based on my own experiences in the 1970s with my cousins and despite it being different, there is enough in the characters that I can blend my real life with the story to hopefully make them feel more authentic.

In the 1970s, peoples attitude about nudity ws different and the drinking age was 18, so what was normal then is different now. The story is set in Georgia when Ted Turner was trying to pump up the Atlanta Braves with Bob Hope and Wet T-shirt contest gimmicks. This year he is sponsoring the "Miss Georgia Peach" contest and the initial part of the story is going to cover going door to door and washing cars to raise money to participate.
Then a car ride with some stops including the Cumming County Fair (north of Atlanta) and some of Ted's hijinks , and maybe a beach trip for a tan before the main event at the pageant.

Lot of nudity and if you don't like rosy butts spanked, skip this story because that happens. The families love each other very much. It's established that doesn't mean running wild and letting them be spoiled.

[EddieDavidson]

Updated 9/14


They say if you are going to tell a story, begin at the most interesting time in someone’s life.

I want to take you back to a time when Detroit gas guzzlers with vinyl tops dominated the parking lot, CB radios with long whip antennas on the trunk, and fuzzy dice or eight-track tapes stacked loose in the glove box.

The year was 1978, and that hot June in small-town Georgia sticks out in my mind anytime someone mentions Georgia peaches or naked girls.

Carter’s gas tax was pissing everyone off and disco was not merely cool; it was an inescapable cultural monopoly. People wore the craziest clothes back then in public, and streaking was a national pastime even in rural Georgia.

Disco might have been cool, but to Danny and his cousin Kenny it sucked donkey dongs. I had managed to get my hands on Bob Seger’s “Stranger in Town” shortly after it released, and I thought his scratchy, soulful good-time rock was about the best damned thing since Skynyrd.

Jenny Hogan was hot shit for a small Georgia town. Nice ass, wavy sandy-blonde hair, cute face. She was bouncing down the sidewalk in her tightly laced roller skates with knee high socks, striped black hot short-shorts, and a little tank top that barely kept her braless nipples from poking through the material.

“Little Miss Georgia Peaches 1974” was emblazoned across the tank top. She had won the honor several years ago in the junior division and now she planned to raise enough money to get her and her cousins where she and cousin Heather would compete in the Miss Georgia Peaches contest, and her little sister Tish would enter the Little Miss Georgia Peaches.

They just had to raise enough money for outfits, headshots and expenses, first! Ted Turner promised that the winners could go on to a job modeling.

Their parents didn’t think any of them would be going to college, so it was a exciting opportunity that both Katie and Darlene planned for their daughters.

Back then, girls weren’t as self-conscious about having stiff pokeys visible under their tops. She didn’t mind showing them off, but she’d give the evil eye to anyone who stared at them for longer than a split second.

“Keep up, Tish! We’ve got a lot of houses to cover,” Jenny called back to her little sister. Tish wore an Atlanta Braves tank top, and light pink hot-shorts that were raised up so high you could almost see a few of her light blonde pubic hairs popping out of the legs.

She had no idea, or she might have been mortified. It was a hot, sticky summer and the two of them were out trying to raise money by selling cookies door to door.

“I am going as fast as my little legs can carry me,” Tish flashed a smile and revealed her braces. “We’re leaving Heather and Patty Cakes behind. We have to wait up.”

“Come on, slow pokes! It’s embarrassing to have to go door to door to sell cookies. I feel like I am back in my Girl Scout days,” Jenny chided her cousins bringing up the rear as sweat rolled down the girls’ noses and onto their chests.

Jenny’s cousin Heather was about the same age that she was. They were both on the cheerleading team at Cumming High, just outside of Atlanta. Heather was the classic All-American girl-next-door type with light blonde hair like Tish, and bright blue eyes that seemed to sparkle with mischief. She wore the same kind of high-top lace-ups, and knee-high tube socks with three colored stripes pulled right up to the bottom of the kneecap.

The perkiest, conical tits you might have ever seen were stuffed into an Atlanta Braves tank top. This year Ted Turner was sponsoring the Miss Georgia Peach contest to promote his network and the Atlanta Braves.

He’d pull some zany stunts to drum up excitement, ranging from bathtub races to wet T-shirt contests, and aired them on television. The only thing that would get fans in seats was if the Braves won a few games, and they were on their biggest losing streak of all time.

Failing that, pretty faces and nice tits were the second option to get fans in seats.

Speaking of tits, Jenny’s cousin Patty wasn’t so little when it came to her huge, fat tits. She had huge nipples on areolas that were larger than a half-dollar, and they curved upward like her cousin’s tits did. The difference was how the bottoms of Patty's pendulous tits were bell-shaped and stretched out by the sheer weight of them.

She had packed them into a green terry cloth tube top that was rolled around her chest, revealing her shoulders and tummy, and wore a pair of green short-shorts with yellow stripes that were stretched over her huge bubble butt and stretched partially up her sweaty ass crack.

“Hang on, guys,” Patty Swanson called out to the other three to keep up as she tried to catch up to them on her roller skates. Her giant tits kept flopping up and down and slapping her in the face while she skated. Patty had blossomed early and looked like a full-grown woman long before her older sister.

She was the spitting image of her mother Darlene at that age.

Tits weren’t that big of a deal to her. Patty was often shocked by how much attention she got because she considered herself rather plain. She had big hair teased out like her mother Darlene, light freckles dappled across her cute button nose, and big blue eyes.

She was also used to the challenges around having big titties when it came to running, playing sports, or anything physical like roller skating. An old man watched the procession of pretty girls roll past on his sidewalk and looked up as they passed by and thanked the heavens for sweaty, cute country girls like them.

“Hey, Mister Johnson!” Patty stopped and asked him if he wanted to buy her cookies.

“Oh, I’d love to have your cookie,” Mister Johnson smiled while ogling her and watering his grass at the same time. He took a red handkerchief out of his overalls and wiped the sweat off his slightly balding head with it.

“I’ve got chocolate chip, lemon cookies, Milky Dunkers, and Ding Dongs.”

“I’d love to see your Milky Dunkers!”

He thought he was being clever but his jokes sailed right over Patty's head.

“Oh, goody gumdrops!” she lifted her big tits without thinking about it and let them drop down and jiggle back in place because her chest was sweating so much.

Pendulous, perfectly natural, titties that hang down and then curve up again like two heavy tear drops full of milk.

“Those are nice! I’ll take two!” he smiled playfully as he stared at the girl’s knockers. He hadn’t even noticed she was reaching into a sack of cookies she wore on her back.

“Great, that’ll be two dollars!”

“Do I get to touch ‘em or lick them?”

“They are yours; you can do anything you want,” Patty giggled. Tom Johnson knew she meant the boxes of cookies she had proffered. He had no interest in the cookies, but he was going to buy them anyway because he was a big teddy bear and it meant he could ogle those big natural tits a little longer.

“He wants to see your tits, Patty,” Heather informed her younger sister. Heather was the smarter of the two sisters but not by a whole lot.

“OH!!” Patty covered her mouth and blushed as she realized that she had completely misunderstood his intentions. “Right out here on the sidewalk, Mister Johnson?”

“Sure, if you’ll show them to me,” he grinned. He didn’t think she was serious. He handed her the two dollars.

Patty glanced around the street that they lived on. It was midday, but she didn’t see anyone around the quiet neighborhood of middle-class single-family houses they lived in.

When she didn’t see anybody, Patty lifted her top up, and her massive melons popped out. She blushed and tried not to make eye contact with him.

“Well, god-damn, those are really nice, Patty Cakes,” he smiled as he studied every upraised bump on her light strawberry-colored areolas and the curvature of her fat tits.

Patty smiled and blushed. She didn't mind showing her kids to anybody who wanted to see them. She really didn't understand why they would make such a big deal out of something that she just took for granted. imagine if someone asked you to show them your elbow or your ankle and they got all excited when you did.

Patty walked around with those big knockers everyday since she was a little girl and despite having fantastic tits, she was self-conscious about them and it made her smile to see the old man smile.

In the back of her mind, she thought he might just be gushing over her boobs to make her feel special because it did.

Her tits were even bigger than her mother's and Darlene Hogan used to have the biggest tits in town. She was like the local Dolly Parton.

“They are just tits, no big deal, Mister Johnson,” she told him. She was embarrassed, but mostly because she thought hers were way too big and fat.

“Those are some of the best jugs I’ve ever seen,” he stared at them. “I remember when you didn’t have any. I watched you grow into the woman you are, Patty!”

Patty felt like her sister’s boobs that or smaller but prettier were prettier. In fact, she thought she was about average looks and that her tits and ass made her look fat.

“Yeah, I remember one year you gave me double candy during Halloween and you also put ointment on my boo-boo when I skinned my knee after I fell off my bike. I don't mind if you want to look at my boobies but I hope you enjoyed the cookies, as well.”

He wasn’t listening.

She was just now realizing he had asked for milky dunkers but he had meant her titties. Her laugh was so natural and silly when she finally got the joke. She even touched one of her nipples and pulled the tip like she would a cow's udder.

She held out the boxes of cookies with one hand while holding her tube top up so that he could get a good look. “Did you see them enough?” She really couldn’t understand why he wanted to look at them at all.

This didn't surprise Heather at all but flashing tits in public confused Jenny and Tish.

“Um, uh, yeah,” he looked behind him to see if anyone in his family witnessed her flashing. “Oh, thank you for the peek and the cookies!”

“You are quite welcome,” Patty stuffed her tits back into the tube top and reslung her backpack. “Say hi to your wife for me!”

She breezed along like it wasn’t that weird at all to flash her tits.

“Wow, you REALLY wanted to sell some cookies,” Tish giggled. She was envious because despite having cute little perky tits, she wanted bigger ones.

“What do you mean?” Patty asked innocently as the four of them skated down the sidewalk to the next house.

“You flashed your boobs for two bucks,” Tish reminded her.

“Nah, he wanted to see them, and I’ve got boobs, so if it will make him smile I don't mind pulling them out as long as they aren’t laughing at how they swing back and forth. It’s just boobies.”

Tish had been raised differently than her cousins. She didn’t have any modesty when it came to skinny dipping or running around in the fountain in downtown Cumming when she was little, but shortly after she sprouted pussy hair she developed it.

Heather and Patty had been raised not to have much modesty by their mother Darlene just like she was.

Meanwhile, back at Jenny and Tish’s house, their little brother was alone in his room doing what he did best.

Danny was jerking off to Farrah Fawcett’s smiling face on his wall in her red one-piece smiling down on him in his room when his mom barged into his room. He was sitting on the edge of the bed or propped against the headboard with his pants around his knees imagining Farrah was admiring his dick.

“Danny, I’ve got some new undies for you,” his mom walked into the room without bothering to knock. She never knocked when she was going into Danny or his sisters’ room.

“DANNY HOGAN! What are you doing!”

He was tall and skinny and basically a walking pimple with hormones in tennis shoes back then.

“Uh, oh, sorry!!!” he blushed and nearly fell off his bed trying to roll over on his stomach, like he was lying on a grenade before it exploded to save her.

His mom had been shocked at first, but quickly cooled and became understanding. “No need to apologize, sweetie. I was just caught by surprise. I am not going to punish you, it’s perfectly natural for boys to do what you are doing.”

“Really?” he asked with his head buried in his pillow, and his boner still throbbing.

“Yeah, if you shake up a Coke, it has to explode, and between jiggle television with Suzanne Somers, Farrah Fawcett and Dolly Parton shaking their boobs, and local girls wearing those low-slung wrap-around terry tops and short-shorts, I am sure you need a release valve.”

“Can you knock next time?”

“No,” she laughed dismissively. She didn’t say it to be cruel or mean. “You live under my roof. There is no place under my roof that your father and I can’t go anytime we please and there is no place we can’t search. If I suspect you have marijuana or porno magazines, I’ll come and check.”

“I am not smoking pot, Mom!”

Danny was totally smoking pot, all the time. In rural Georgia with nothing for teenagers to do all day, getting high and having sex were some of the only options they had to pass the time.

Katie wasn’t a fool. “Just like you weren’t masturbating?”

“Mom!! Please go away.”

“I grew up with nine brothers and two sisters, Danny. Boys will be boys, and they play with their toys. I’ve seen plenty of dicks in my time on this earth and you don’t have anything between your legs that is gonna shock or disgust me, sweetie. It’s just like going to the doctor. I know what comes out of them, too. You should give your wrists a break, and go outside to find a girlfriend to take care of that swelling for you. Trust me, it’s a whole lot more fun.”

“Barf!” he tried to keep the image of his uncles jerking off in front of his mom when they were younger out of his mind. “I’ve known all the girls around here since kindergarten and we all graduated high school together. The women around here are like sisters to me, and half of them are skanks.”

“Well, it IS Georgia, so that doesn’t always stop kissing cousins,” she chuckled. “Speaking of which, your Aunt Darlene invited us to go roller skating tonight. I want your hair combed, hands washed with Lava soap, wearing your best corduroys and a nice shirt.”

“Can you please go, or are you going to stand there staring at the crack of my butt all day?”

“I’ll stare as long as I please, Danny,” Katie insisted indignantly. She wasn’t staring at his butt at all, but his plea sounded more like a demand to her and she felt now she couldn’t back down. “I’ll leave when I am done talking. Do you have any other questions or comments to make?”

Katie hoped her son would say that he didn’t, so she could leave without making it appear she was retreating because he told her to do it. Katie wasn’t much on women’s lib, but she had been taught to obey her father and husband. She sure wasn’t going to let Danny think he could boss her around the way they did.

“Yeah, would you stand there rubbing it in if you caught Jenny or Tish playing with themselves?”

“If I walked in on Jenny or Tish doing what you’re doing? Well, first off, I SHOULD do what your Aunt Darlene would do with Heather and Patty and haul their bare behinds right out to the center of the living room and paddle their fannies with a wooden spoon until they couldn't sit down for a week!”

Danny assumed his mom was exaggerating about what his aunt would do to his cousins’ asses. He knew they got spanked, but he doubted that his aunt would spank the girls in front of her husband or son in the living room until they couldn’t sit down.

Later that evening, Darlene’s House – Preparing to go to Funpuckers.

“Mom, are we going to get Pizza at Shakeys?” Patty asked as she walked into her living room where the rest of the family were watching Family Feud with Richard Dawson. He had just got a kiss from a female contestant and asked if he could see “Toothbrush” on the board or the Wilson Family could steal.

“Ooh, Shakeys!” Darlene was busy painting her nails at the table and barely paying attention to the television. She wore painted on tight fitting jeans that showed off her amazing ass, and a low cut pink blouse that showed off her amazing tits. “Honey, can we go to Shakeys?”

The Swanson family rarely went out for dinner but the price didn’t break the bank and they served ice cold beer in glass pitchers along with pizza. The family sat at long communal wooden picnic tables and watched live rag-time piano or the Pizza chefs toss the dough. It was good old-fashioned family fun time in the 1970s.

Jeff Swanson didn’t look up from the television. He knew the host of the game show from his role on Hogan’s Heroes and loved his cocky attitude and British accent. “Your sister is going to drive, Honey. How are we all gonna fit in her car?”

“Are you not going with us, darling? You and Fred can sit and drink beer and shoot pool all night while us girls go roller skating! We’ll find a way to squeeze into the car. Katie has that big new Lincoln Continental and it’s like sitting on a leather couch.”

“There just won’t be enough room for all of us. We should take two cars,” he suggested. “I bet Fred wishes he hadn’t bought that big gas-guzzler now that Carter’s gas prices are out of control. Leaded gas was 62 cents at Mobil. I never thought I’d see the day when gas prices were over fifty cents! This country is going to collapse if we don’t elect a Republican.”

Darlene didn’t care about or follow politics. She just wanted to have a nice night out. “We can make anything fit, if you try hard enough. Where there is a will, there is a way.”

“The Lincoln seats six. Three in front and that’s if someone sits in the middle. Three in the back. Unless someone rides in the trunk, that’s you and your sister, me and Fred, Heather, Patty Cakes, and Kenny. Now, where are Danny, Jenny and Tish gonna sit?”

“Tish is a little bitty thing, and the girls can sit on the boy’s laps in the back.”

Lap sitting was pretty common back then when the car was crowded.

My sister’s buffalo butts would crush me!” Kenny smacked Patty Cakes butt playfully. Her towel hung down just low enough that the bottom part of her damp butt cheek was visible.

“Hey,” she snickered. A quick, playful ass slap didn’t bother her or her mother, but Heather didn’t like it at all. “Just for that, I’ll fart on you when I sit down on you!” she joked.

“Not one of your silent but deadly killer farts,” Kenny loved fart humor and teased his older sisters and mom about their farts regularly. His mom was about to ask him to knock it off and not embarrass her in front of her sister when he stood up and charged after Patty.

She turned to flee even though she had the kind of body that Lionel Richie sang about in the song Brick House and could have knocked him to his knees. “Ah, no!!” she smiled as she held the towel to her chest and turned to run toward the bedroom she shared with her older sister.

“Gotcha!!” her little brother smiled wickedly as he yanked the back of her towel and with a second quick pull he had it completely off of her, leaving her naked.

“Ah!! Give that back, right now!! Kenny!” She turned on her heel and started to chase him while using one hand to cover her hairy pussy. Water that was still warm from the shower wicked down her body as she chased him around the living room.

“Come and get it, Patty Cakes!!” He teased “Nanny-nanny boobie! You can’t catch me,” he teased as he dashed nimbly through the couches.

“I am gonna get you!!” Patty giggled as she charged after him. She laughed when she was embarrassed, and this was hardly the first time the family had seen Patty without clothes.

“Gotta be faster than that, Patty Cakes,” Kenny teased her and whipped the towel at her big butt while he dashed behind her.

“Hey, don’t pop my butt with my own towel, you meanie butt,” Patty spun on her heels and dashed toward Kenny. Her big tits bounced with every step she took.

Kenny hid behind his mom, spun the towel a few times and popped again while aiming for her boobs.

“Patty Swanson, if you go charging around this house like a bull in a china shop and knock over something, I am gonna make your butt so black and blue that you’ll never be able to sit down at Shakeys.”

Patty obeyed immediately because obedience had been drilled into her since she was little. She skidded to a dead halt on the woven rug and her fat tits swung upward and hit her in the eyes as her momentum drove her to bend forward.

“Hah, your big old boobies swung up and gave you two black eyes, Patty Cake!” Kenny teased and asked “Why are you hitting yourself?”

Jeff and Heather observed the spectacle from the couches around their sunken living room where the television was located.

Patty’s face burned pink. Her face still stung a little from the slap she gave herself, She dropped her hands over her crotch to cover her hairy bush. “Sorry, Mama! What was I supposed to do when he swiped my towel again. Just bend over and let Kenny pop my behind with it to his hearts content?”

Kenny boldly snapped the towel again and Penny was too slow to block it from stinging one of her tits. “Quit!” she groaned uncomfortably.

“Let me see your boobie,” Darlene lovingly reached out and Patty obediently moved closer and let her exam it. “Turn around?” Darlene instructed next.

Patty obeyed despite her humiliated expression, while her older sister and Kenny chuckled. Even her father found it amusing enough to stop watching Family Feud.

“Nope, no marks, no foul. It’s just a damp towel, honey. You’ll live,” Darlene said sweetly with her sweet southern accent. It might have sounded patronizing but Darlene always spoke in that sweet, sassy manner.

"Mama, he took my towel and started snapping it right at my front! Am I just supposed to turn around and let him swat my butt instead?"

“It’s not the first time your little brother snagged your towel, sweetie, is it?”

“No, Mom,” Patty frowned.

“Why is that such a big deal?” Darlene asked. She had raised her daughters to go skinny dipping in creeks, and not have any need for modesty, which is why earlier Patty had thought nothing of showing her boobs to the neighbor.

“Kenny was teasing me and swatting my butt,” she pouted.

“You were laughing when you the two of you were carrying on with your horse and now you are acting like Kenny twisted your arm out of the socket,” Darlene didn’t buy the broken wing victim approach. “You got two options, sweetness. You can dry off and get dressed before you walk into the living room,” Darlene held up a finger and then held up a second finger to deliver the second option. “If you pick up a snake it’s gonna bite you and if you walk in here in just a towel, Kenny is probably gonna try to take it and pop you with it. My living room isn’t the World Wide Wrestling Federation or a playground. If he pops you on the butt, it’s not gonna hurt nothing, dear.”

Kenny wasn’t shocked that his mother took his side and neither were his sisters. She doted on him and her nephew Danny and thought they hung the moon.

Darlene had been raised in the old-fashioned country traditions that men’s ambitions could range infinitely to the stars and that they were entitled to relax and enjoy their free-time because they were the bread winners and shouldered most of the responsibility.

She believed in all her heart, that she was going her part raising her daughters and son in that same tradition. Darlene believed the only ambition that a woman should have is to lure a good man to marry her. Once married, her ambition should be to raise good daughters and sons so they could continue that cycle.

She didn’t love her daughters any less, she just held them to a different standard.

"She's right, Patty," Jeff agreed as he took a drag of his Marlboro "You ran right at him with your big old floppy tits flying everywhere. Hell, I’d have popped you too."

“Sorry, Daddy!”

“Alright, dear. Go get your skates and put on something nice to skate in tonight. We’ll go to Shakey’s if your daddy will give us a little money.”

“Yay, Shakeys !!” Patty bounced up and down, causing her ass cheeks to clap together and her tits to bounce as she did before turning to go back to her room and get dressed. Jessie followed her and popped her butt with the towel.

She giggled and put her hands over her butt cheeks, and picked up her pace down the hallway while he snapped her repeatedly. Each time he snapped her big butt, her laughter became louder and more bubbly.

“Mom, what would happen if me or Patty Cakes ever stole our brother’s towel, and snapped his pecker with it.”

“Same thing that would happen if you tried it with your daddy,” Darlene assured her. Heather would never have dared to even consider snapping her father with a towel.

“Just because a boy can pee standing up, doesn’t mean you can, Heather. “I honestly don’t know what’s gotten into you girls all of a sudden. We raised you both to understand that girls are held to a different standard and boys will be boys. They pull pig tails and slap butts, It’s just natural for them. Have you ever seen a girl do those things?”

Heather hadn’t.

“It’s too much Phil Donahue and Jane Fonda on the boob tube,” her father lamented. “Next thing you know, Heather will ask why she can’t drive a tractor and run a construction site,” he laughed because the notion of a woman doing either of those in 1978 was science fiction at best. “Now, go get a bar of soap and wash your mouth out with it for saying pecker.”

Heather hadn’t even realized she had cussed until her father called her out. She apologized profusely as she dashed into the kitchen to fetch a bar of soap.

“If you were sorry, you wouldn’t have done it,” her father observed.

“Some parents don’t love their daughters enough to keep filth out of their mouth,” Darlene added before saying ““It looks like some one was hungry for soap before we get our Pizza! This’ll be a good attitude adjustment for you that so you don't' embarrass me in front of my sister and your Uncle Fred.”

“I know, Mom,” Heather agreed politely as she returned with the bar and stood before her parents.

“You would never expect your father to stand up with a bar of soap in his mouth for cussing, would you?” Darlene asked rhetorically and continued before her daughter could respond. “The rules and expectations aren’t the same for everyone. We don't' make your brother wear panties and pierce his ears, either.”

“We love you too much to spoil you, Sweetheart,” Jeff told her. “Now, push that bar of soap until it just about touches your tonsils and stay that way for 15 minutes with your wrists crossed behind your back, eyes open and straight ahead, not on the television. You can avoid the taste of soap If you learn to drop the sailor talk.”

Heather nodded her understanding and a small tear formed in the corner of her eye as the acrid taste ran down her throat and she felt like gagging on the soap.

“Trust me, you’ll want to make sure you raise your own daughters this way because the alternative is to let them be trash talking sluts, dear.” Her mother explained.

Heather once again nodded. She had been raised to understand these things and accept them but had recently begun to believe there was a double standard.

[EddieDavidson]

how do I link to the post in chapter one to make a table of contents?

How do I change that link so that text says "chapter one" instead of a big long URL

[alberic]

how do I link to the post in chapter one to make a table of contents?

The Chapter One title is a link to that post. Just copy it and paste it to the first post (or insert it as a url with the chain icon button.

[alberic]

I could do without the huge floppy tits, but other than that I am intrigued. Thanks for writing it.

[EddieDavidson]

The kind of titties that I am describing are not fake. The way you might be thinking of floppy, you might be thinking of pancake titties and these are far from it.. it would be great if I could post a picture because if you sound them I think you would probably enjoy them.