The Other One

Found it. I did take a photo of the right boob. It's beautiful and a twin to the other one. No wonder I couldn't control myself. With both firmly within my grasp, I must have forgotten about what the rest of me was doing. Apparently I was did it quite well because they both asked me to come again the next night. Not one to look a couple of gift horses in the mouth, I agreed to fulfill their jutting expectations. So gritting my teeth I knocked on

the door of oportunity knockers. They greeted me with open arms and other bits and peices. We didn't bother with TV and within seconds they were boxing my ears. The rest of me seemed to slip into the old routine and they trembled delightfully with the rocking motion. Very titillating and so on.  After several hours it became obvious that they were insatible, so I increased my hold on the reality of keeping them aroused. The rest of me plunging deeply into infamy was an inside issue and I didn't let it detract me from the twin peaks of pleasure. When I got home I told the wife I'd been mountain climbing and because of the weather, had to camp in a excedingly damp cave overnight. What else could an honest man say?