Boobed!
One day, as she stepped from the shower,
a woman observed her reflection;
in the glass-panel door & decided
it was like a mirage – a deception.
She looked once again, disbelieving,
for the first time, in years, at her figure.
Her ******* once so firm - small & sagging:
her bottom much wider & bigger.
In tears she approached her poor husband
as he sat, with a beer, watching telly.
”We've got to do something & quickly,
to alter my ***** *** & belly.
“We?” thought her husband, quite puzzled.
“What part does she want me to play?”
Not jogging together nor diets;
nor worse – having money to pay.
“I'm thinking of surgical implants,
to restore my poor, sagging *******
They start from as little as four grand
& a little bit more,for the best.”
“As little as that.” he said softly,
staying calm, although inwardly choking.
“Give me time to consider.” he finished.
Thinking ******** you've got to be joking.”
A long, restless night was to follow,
as he tossed & he turned, in his bed;
thinking hard of a cheaper solution,
'til a crazy plan entered his head.
He went to the bathroom, for loo-roll
and with it, he started to stroke her.
He kneaded & patted each *****
quite gently, so not to provoke her.
“What on Earth are you doing?” his wife hissed,
as she looked, through her eyes, red & bleary.
“Be patient, dear petal.” he answered,
as he tried to explain his wild theory.
“This massage should enlarge your *******
I'm sure they'll get bigger & plump.
You've used it for years, on your bottom
and look at the size of your ****
Briz 19/7/13
p.s.
If anyone has any questions,
regarding this story, I swear;
the husband will give you the answers,
when he's out of intensive-care!
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 3:20 AM UTC
Boobed!
One day, as she stepped from the shower,
a woman observed her reflection;
in the glass-panel door & decided
it was like a mirage – a deception.
She looked once again, disbelieving,
for the first time, in years, at her figure.
Her ******* once so firm - small & sagging:
her bottom much wider & bigger.
In tears she approached her poor husband
as he sat, with a beer, watching telly.
”We've got to do something & quickly,
to alter my ***** *** & belly.
“We?” thought her husband, quite puzzled.
“What part does she want me to play?”
Not jogging together nor diets;
nor worse – having money to pay.
“I'm thinking of surgical implants,
to restore my poor, sagging *******
They start from as little as four grand
& a little bit more,for the best.”
“As little as that.” he said softly,
staying calm, although inwardly choking.
“Give me time to consider.” he finished.
Thinking ******** you've got to be joking.”
A long, restless night was to follow,
as he tossed & he turned, in his bed;
thinking hard of a cheaper solution,
'til a crazy plan entered his head.
He went to the bathroom, for loo-roll
and with it, he started to stroke her.
He kneaded & patted each *****
quite gently, so not to provoke her.
“What on Earth are you doing?” his wife hissed,
as she looked, through her eyes, red & bleary.
“Be patient, dear petal.” he answered,
as he tried to explain his wild theory.
“This massage should enlarge your *******
I'm sure they'll get bigger & plump.
You've used it for years, on your bottom
and look at the size of your ****
Briz 19/7/13
p.s.
If anyone has any questions,
regarding this story, I swear;
the husband will give you the answers,
when he's out of intensive-care!
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