in the middle of my self-important revelry i felt two soft objects press into my back. they were breasts. i knew they were breasts because at this point in my life i had encountered such anatomy first hand on at least two different occasions. to a fella which such bleak experience, their shape and matter are quite distinct. but don't let the immediacy of my understanding of what just happened to my backside make you think i in any way understood what just happened to my backside.
i'm overly certain if you had a snapshot of my face the moment those two mounds of fatty tissue pushed against me you would be a wealthy person. not necessarily through blackmailing me in what must have been a point where my face looked odder than it ever had before but for capturing a human countenance so wrought with truth it could grace the cover of Time or Life magazine for no related reason.
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