Girls on the hunt
How Much Titty Is Too Much Titty at A Wedding
I Wish I Had A Tittyometer To Score The Breasts Around Me
“Oh my God, if you hooked up with her, you have to tell me every single thing that happened. You have to write me a term paper on the look and feel of Margo Roth Spiegelman’s breasts. Thirty pages, minimum! I want you to do a photo-realistic pencil drawing. A sculpture would also be acceptable. I was wondering if it would be possible for you to write a sestina about Margo Roth Spiegelman’s breasts? Your six words are: pink, round, firmness, succulent, supple, and pillowy. Personally, I think at least one of the words should be buhbuhbuhbuh.”
― John Green, Paper Towns
I am at yet another destination wedding. Formal, again. The bride and groom at this wedding are marrying for love. Everyone who knows them can see the surrounding glow. Everyone wants a piece of that. It reminds them of their life when things were less complicated.
Men and women look their best. Titties are being thrown about everywhere, as this is a huge wedding with over two hundred people. One hundred of them are young and looking for whatever might appear in their view. Opportunities for love abound. Some are on the prowl for a chance encounter.
