The Boob

I'm as jealous as hell. The other one tasted better but I forgot to take a photo. But fond memories abound. Met them both at the pub last night. Much against my better judgement, they persuaded me to take them home to explore the universe or something. There wasn't much on the TV so they guided me along the hall and into the bedroom. They soon showed their true colours and forced themselves into my mouth. The dark tops hardened and tickled my tonsils that I'd had removed when I was five. Then they insisted they lie under me

while I admired them bouncing up and down. I forget what the rest of me was doing. It was so bewitching and I was transfixed watching them sway independently. When the rest of me finishing doing whatever it was that I was doing, from memory it took a while, they gasped their urgency and insisted I do whatever it was I'd been doing, several more times. I hated it but I was under their trembling spell.  When I got home I didn't tell the wife because she doesn't understand my penchance for beautiful objects . Would you have told your wife?