She lunged forward and grabbed hold of my boobs faster than a frat boy after a kegger.
It was like watching a cobra strike at a mouse.
I rolled my eyes and fell back asleep immediately because I do not wake before
Living In Italy: “Your Boobs Suck,” And Other Lessons I Learned From My Mother-In-Law
I pushed her hands down slowly.
Description: When we passed a wedding dress shop with a window packed full of gag-inducing puffy cotton-ball-type gowns, I decided to go ahead and against my better judgment I expressed how much I hated them. She need-a eat-da-a-more- a pasta!