My high school memories of one particular playmate whose Mom was always trying to get her to wear a padded bra. She hated the thought of it and refused. As a lover she was fantastic. Those tiny breasts were very sensitive and more than made up for any size they lacked. Personally I love women. Not breast sizes. I've had fun with them all and I'd forego the boobie boink for the fierce smaller nipple that bristles like a strawberry when I touch it. Oh and that particular young lady had the best self image even with what her mom called her boyish figure. Dayum, if mom only knew.

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As to marriage or celibacy, let a man take which course he will. He will be sure to repent - Socrates

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