The Isolated Blurt Thread XXVII: Aubrey Plaza's Cotton Candy Flavored Vagina

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Clothes sharing between the youngest and I happens all the time. The only issues are that she doesnt like the amount of cleavage that my shirts have and I cannot stand tops that touch my neck like hers.

I just tried on some of her new dresses and they fit everywhere except the bewbs.

And she had the nerve to fuss at me for not giving her the amount of bewbs I have.

I told her to blame her father. :cool:
 
The girl child is very slender and she's angry at me for not sharing the mammary blessing. Can't help it! My mom didn't share hers with me, that's for dang sure, that woman had E's!
 
Your AV makes me happy. I know what the youngest and I are watching today!

Well, of course milady.

Your av also makes me happy, but I dont think I have anything to watch off the back of that.
 
She HAD them, she got them reduced. Her frame is incredibly delicate, not the linebacker on steroids frame that I have.

Too late. Everyone done fapped.

Oh dear. I suppose she wouldn't mind that.

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There are times when I don't know if these are a blessing or a curse.

I love titties, big or small. Yet I remind myself I'm always looking at them from the outside in.
 
She HAD them, she got them reduced. Her frame is incredibly delicate, not the linebacker on steroids frame that I have.

I worked with a woman like that once. Little slip of a girl, thin waisted, thin hips.....gynormous rack. She looked like a living, breathing, photoshopped ideal woman envisioned by a horny eighth grader.

She had her breasts reduced as well, she said being that lopsided put an ungodly strain on her lower back.
 
My mom, like many women who are top heavy, has divots in her shoulders. That's too heavy. For her it was a matter of safety, she couldn't be safely put under because her breast tissue squeezed her rib cage and caused breathing problems. That's scary.

I'll take my solid Ds and be happy.
 

I went there once a while back and it scared me. In a good way, mind you. ;) Like, the respect you have for a master of a craft who knows of a hundred varieties of one thing. It's like, if you go there, you really have to know what you're looking for or you'll get lost in the sauce. I should go back there, though.

I like cooking and using spices, but I'm still a noob. Prolly always be a noob. To contrast, you take me to an giant art supply store and I could work that maze within five minutes. :D
 
My mom, like many women who are top heavy, has divots in her shoulders. That's too heavy. For her it was a matter of safety, she couldn't be safely put under because her breast tissue squeezed her rib cage and caused breathing problems. That's scary.

I'll take my solid Ds and be happy.

It must've been hell on earth for super busty women in the pre-surgery old days.

I'm reminded of that Little House On The Prairie episode where this huge breasted girl who went to that main school in the village with the other Ingalls children had to bind down her boobs every day on commandment from her hyper religious Eyer-ish father because her body was a temptation of lust for the men in the town. Predictably, her character was nearly raped by a man who'd been eyeing her before Albert saved her.
 
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