TW -1: You'd think I'd never been weaned
posted by sooyup
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Courting days,
Looking back,
Pictures of Emm
For want of something better to write about, I’ve decided unilaterally to declare this Tit Week - at least as far as this Blog is concerned. Being male (by all accounts) I’ve always had more than a passing interest in tits. As an eight-year-old, I reportedly told my uncle Peter that I liked my teacher because she had “nice lungs”. Throughout my teens (and beyond) I enjoyed the view from the top deck of the bus as women, young and not so young, climbed aboard in their loose-fitting summer dresses. My school-friends - it was a boys’ school - shared my interest. It was better by far than train-spotting. On the bus to and from school, we squabbled to sit at the window above the doors. On the street, you might risk a sly glance at a young mother as she leaned over the pram. Oh, lucky baby to get to suck those breasts.
For want of something better to write about, I’ve decided unilaterally to declare this Tit Week - at least as far as this Blog is concerned. Being male (by all accounts) I’ve always had more than a passing interest in tits. As an eight-year-old, I reportedly told my uncle Peter that I liked my teacher because she had “nice lungs”. Throughout my teens (and beyond) I enjoyed the view from the top deck of the bus as women, young and not so young, climbed aboard in their loose-fitting summer dresses. My school-friends - it was a boys’ school - shared my interest. It was better by far than train-spotting. On the bus to and from school, we squabbled to sit at the window above the doors. On the street, you might risk a sly glance at a young mother as she leaned over the pram. Oh, lucky baby to get to suck those breasts. 
