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 Chapter 2: Life Lessons (Mg, mast)

   We drove home in silence, Sally sullenly staring out the car window, her
arms crossed sourly across her curvy preteen chest.

   I couldn't help but shoot furtive glances in her direction while
driving; it was really hard to pay attention to the road with memories of
my best friend giving my 9 year old daughter a thorough breast exam dancing
around in my head.

   Even though I hadn't seen her naked body in at least 3 years, I was
still baffled that I hadn't detected any breast development on her at all.
I hugged her at least twice every day and we occasionally would have tickle
fights.  We didn't have a pool, so I hadn't recently seen her in a bathing
suit.  I suspect that I would've taken notice then...

   I guess paternal denial is as strong as they say.  She would tell me
when she was getting too big for her clothes, and we would go to Target for
one of our shopping trips.  I always thought when she said, `too big,' she
meant too tall or too heavy, never too busty.

   Being so young, Sally didn't have any desire to look sexy, so most of
her outfits were loose and modest, and I'm attributing that to the reason I
was oblivious to the fact that my daughter had grown such a full rack so
early in life.  That, and the paternal denial thing...

   Hell, I didn't even know she had started wearing a bra until she told
Jim this afternoon.

   28-C...

   Who knew they made such big bras for such little girls these days? 
Hell, who knew that breasts so big could even grow on a chest so narrow,
young girl or otherwise?

   My daughter looked thoroughly angry.  I didn't blame her, this is one of
the reasons being a woman sucks, and it wasn't fair she had to start
putting up with it so early in life.

   We got home and Sally went up to her room where she slammed her door. 
From the kitchen, I could hear her angry girl music blasting.  I decided to
do what I could to make her feel better.

   I made chicken parmesan (her favorite!), and decided that I should try
and make her feel like a woman since she was starting to become one.  I set
a nice table for two, poured us each a glass of merlot, and set out the
candlesticks that hadn't been used since I had date nights with my wife.

   When everything was set up, and the chicken was in the oven, I went
upstairs to talk to Sally.  I knocked, but she didn't open up.  After
knocking a second time, I slowly opened the door.

   "Sally?" I called out softly, as I peaked my head in.

   She was standing there, naked as the day she was born, examining her
body in the full-length mirror on the back of her door.  Naturally, as I
entered through that same door, I was greeted by her very womanly, albeit
miniature, body in all its glory.  She had her hands on her hips and a
scowl on her face.

   I let my eyes wander over my daughter's exposed flesh, trying to
memorize every curve: the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, and
of course, the thatch of thick black pubes concealing her 9 year old cunny.

   She made no attempt to cover herself.  Realizing that I was staring at
her naked body, I forced myself to look her in the eye.  Her eyes were red,
it was clear she had been crying.  She was holding what appeared to be a
t-shirt in one hand.

   "What's wrong, honey?"

   "Everything!" she sobbed, breaking out into tears again.

   I entered and sat on the edge of her bed.

   "Come here," I said, patting the mattress next to me, "Come talk to your
father."

   She nodded and sat down next to me, leaning against me and resting her
head on my chest.  I put my arm over her shoulders as she sobbed.

   "Are you upset about what the doctor said today?"

   "Of course!  I hate this!" she said, wailing.

   "But honey, it's great, it means you're becoming a woman."

   "But I don't wanna be a woman!  I like being a kid.  I wanna play and
see my friends, I don't wanna get married and go to work all the time!"

   I chuckled in spite of myself, "I think you still have a few more years
before that happens."

   "And my Hannah Montana shirt doesn't even fit!" she cried through her
sobs, throwing her previously favorite shirt that she was holding against
the wall.

   "I mean, it's these stupid....  Things!" she cried, and for emphasis,
roughly grabbed her two bare breasts and squeezed them until the skin
around her fingers blanched.  It was as if she was trying to squeeze them
back into her chest so her clothes would fit again.  I'm not proud to admit
this, but I was fixated as her tiny childlike fingers dug into her very
adult breasts.  The way the soft flesh spilled out from between her fingers
was mesmerizing, and I greatly enjoyed watching my preteen daughter molest
her tits.

   When it was clear that they weren't going to shrink back into her chest,
and the pain of her squeezing them tightly got to her, she let them go and
began sobbing again.  I put my arm back around her, but continued to stare
at the white handprints she had left on her chest.

   My cock started to involuntarily respond.  Even though I had deposited
my cum on Jim's desk earlier, apparently I had reserves.  After all, I am a
guy, and they were really nice tits!

   Sally continued to sob uncontrollably, her tears wetting the front of my
shirt.  Every now and then, she'd get this little gasp that kids get after
prolonged crying, and that gasp would cause her amazing jugs to jiggle.  As
I stroked the back of her hair and whispered comforting things to her, my
eyes were glued to her chest watching the gentle heaving as she sobbed.

   At that moment, I knew two things: 1) I had to make my darling daughter
feel better.  2) I would give absolutely anything to be able to play with
those perfect tits.

   Hell, if she was 25 and at a bar, she wouldn't hate having such a rack.
Guys would be lining up to buy her drinks...  Or propose to her...

   And that's when it dawned on me.  What was the best thing about having a
hot body?  Guys will do anything for a chance to play with it!  I was no
different...

   While she was naïve to the pleasures of sex, materialism ran very strong
in her.  I came up with an idea that would satisfy both of my immediate
desires.

   "Sally," I croaked, realizing that I had absolutely no idea how I was
going to suggest this harebrained idea, and that if I worded it wrong, I
would go to jail forever.  "I wasn't gonna teach you this until you got
older, but since you are so grown up already, I think it's time you learned
it."

   She looked up at me, her eyes puffy and bloodshot.

   "You look stunning, and I really can't believe that you're only 9.  You
are a very sexy girl."

   This did not help, and she began to sob again and turned to hide her
face back in my tear-stained shirt.

   I caught her under her chin and directed her gaze back into my eyes.

   "You didn't let me finish, honey.  I know you aren't interested in boys
yet, and that's fine, but what you need to learn is that because you look a
lot more grown up than you are, boys are definitely interested in you.  Dr.
Simon was flirting with you today, and he's a lot older than you are..."

   I paused to gauge her reaction.  She was staring in my eyes, listening
intently.  Occasionally a tear would work itself out of her pretty blue
eyes and run down her cheek

   I continued, "As girls grow up, they learn that guys like them a lot
more than they like guys.  This continues through your entire life, and it
gives girls, especially pretty girls, a special power over boys.  Both boys
and girls learn this, usually in high school, when girls discover that they
get free stuff for letting guys play with their bodies.  Men learn a harder
lesson: they learn that they need to buy girls stuff in order to get to
play with their bodies..."
She was still listening but her expression looked skeptical but

interested.  I just stared back into her cool blue eyes.

   She must've been contemplating what I was saying and decided that she
didn't believe me because after a moments pause, she said, "Please, you're
just trying to make me feel better.  Boys in my class aren't interested in
girls, all they care about is sports and bugs and gross stuff."

   "I'm sure that's true Sally, but I don't mean just boys in your class,
or even `boys' at all.  I mean any male, of any age."

   Now she looked really skeptical, "Yeah right, dad, like some grown-up is
gonna find me so beautiful that he's gonna wanna spend money on me.  I'm
not beautiful, and I'll probably have to pay a guy to marry me when I grow
up."

   I paused, gathering my strength (or rather suppressing my common sense,)
"I can prove it to you, Sally."

   "How?"

   "Name something you want."

   "What do you mean?"

   "Anything you want.  What do you want more than anything right now?"

   That was a stupid question.

   "I WANT THESE BIG, UGLY BOOBS TO SHRINK!" she yelled angrily.

   I wanted to giggle because that was obvious.

   "I mean, what's a thing you want?  A new computer?  A new bike?  A video
game?"

   It started to sink into Sally that I wasn't kidding.  It started to sink
in to me, too...

   After thinking a moment, she said, "I really want an iPad.  Lindsey at
school has one, and everyone thinks she's so cool."

   "I'll tell you what, having nice boobs is even better than an iPad.  You
know why?"

   She shook her head.

   "Because nice boobs can GET you an iPad today, and then maybe an Apple
laptop to go with it over the weekend.  Does Lindsey have that?"

   Sally shook her head again.

   "That's because I bet she doesn't have nice, grown-up boobs like you
do."

   "No, she's flat," Sally said, matter-of-factly.

   "So, here's the deal I have for you.  Men only buy women things if they
get to play with their bodies, so in order for you to get your new iPad,
all you need to do is walk around the house topless tonight and let me
touch your boobs whenever I want.  Then tomorrow, we'll go to the store and
you can pick out your iPad."

   I held my breath; my heart was in my throat.  I was certainly going to
jail!  She'd tell her teachers, and her gym coach who used to be a marine.
I was dead!  My heart raced.  It was the longest 10 seconds of my life
before she dried her eyes and gave me a surprisingly chipper, "Okay," and
bounced off the bed to find some shorts.

   When I say `bounce,' I really meant it, too.  She bounded up like a kid
on a sugar high, and her bare breasts bounced up with her, nearly striking
her chin before returning to their normal position with an enticing little
jiggle as they settled.

   I stared.  Aside from her very young face, and the fact that she was
only 4 ½ feet tall, she was a women.  When she leaned over to get panties
out of her dresser drawer, I saw her cunny clenched tightly shut from
between her thighs.  I could see the thin string of her tampon hanging out
from between the hairy vulva.

   She pulled on solid colored light blue panties, and then some "comfy
shorts" then turned around.

   She was all smiles now.  I guess the thought of her new iPad had
brightened her day.

   "What's for dinner, daddy?" she asked, shifting a little nervously from
side to side as she tried to figure out what to do with her hands as I
leered at her tits.

   "I made us chicken parm, but it's in the oven for now.  Why don't we
head downstairs and wait for it.  And while we do, maybe the grown-up woman
of the house would like to have a glass of wine with me and then let me
play with her pretty titties a bit."

   "I can have wine?" she asked, sounding excited.

   "Of course, baby.  You're a woman now, and being a woman has its
privileges, too."

   "Cool!" she said as I stood up.

   We headed downstairs.  She was almost completely oblivious to the way
her tits shook as she walked down the hall without a bra.  I was certainly
not oblivious to it, and as I turned off the light in her room, I adjusted
my cock to a more comfortable position in my pants.

   We walked into the dining room where I had poured the wine, and I handed
her a glass.

   I was hoping that getting a little tipsy would make this easier for
her...  And me...

   She took the goblet and I held mine up, "I propose a toast, to my
beautiful daughter Sally, who is not only a woman today, but a beautiful
one at that!"

   She clinked glasses with me and we stood there sipping our wine.  I
could tell by her expression that she didn't care for the taste, but I
could tell she like being allowed to drink out of Linda's crystal wine
glasses, which had sat in the china closet since she left.

   After we had finished our wine, I led her to the living room.  I could
tell by the way she was walking and the way she was flinging her arms
around, that the wine had an effect on her.  She flopped down backwards
roughly on the middle cushion of the coach, causing a small tidal wave to
spread through her ample tit flesh.

   "I'm all yours, daddy!" she said loudly and slightly slurred, as she
flopped her arms and legs out to the sides.  To this day, that remains the
most erotic thing I have ever heard and/or seen.

   I tentatively sat down on the cushion next to her, and slowly extended
one finger.  My hand shook more than I'd like to admit, but it finally came
in light contact with the soft flesh of her outer left breast.  That first
contact was electric for me.  Sally watched my tentative touch, reached
over and grabbed my hand, placing it over the center of her breast, then
squeezed my hand against it, saying, "Dr.  Simon did it like this, that's
how you should do it!"

   Maybe that was a little too much wine for her.  But she had a point, so
I began kneading the young breast where she had put my hand.

   Once you have felt young, firm tits, you will never be satisfied by old
saggy ones.  Even middle-aged tits can't hold a candle to the firmness, the
resilient pliancy, of teen (or in this case, preteen) breasts.  It had been
nearly twenty years since I had felt that, and I had forgotten what I was
missing.

   After I squeezed her breast for a minute, I released it and concentrated
my efforts on her adorable puffy nipple.  I gently traced my finger up over
the swell of her left breast, and circled it around her puffy
pinkish-purple areola.  I continued my circling a few more times until I
ran it directly over the bump of her nipple.  It wasn't erect yet, and
remained very puffy and soft.  I did this two more times, and then looked
up at Sally's face as I continued to softly rub her nipple, hoping to see
her eyes clamped shut and a look of pure young ecstasy on her adorable
face.

   Instead I found her watching me with a somewhat drunken half-grin on her
adorable face.  It made me feel surprisingly self-conscious and I paused my
ministrations.

   "How does that feel, honey?" I asked.

   "It doesn't hurt." She replied, "Why, what's it supposed to feel like?"

   "Doesn't it feel good?"

   "Not really," she said.  I could see that I was solidifying her believe
that sex was stupid.

   "Wanna watch TV while I play?"

   She shrugged and flipped on Cartoon Network.

   I chuckled inwardly at the absurd picture we'd make.  And if I were
caught, how it would be blown up to 4'x6' and put on a stand in the
courtroom labeled as `People's Exhibit 1.'

   I could hear the judge's voice in my head, `Mr Brown, do you deny that
on the night of October the 5, you did wantonly and without thought of the
consequences, get your nine year-old daughter drunk and bribe her with an
iPad to get her to allow you play with her nipples while she watched
cartoons?'

   Yeah, that would go over big with the other inmates.  Though, I decided,
that if I had a few pictures of Sally's tits, they'd be more jealous than
disgusted.

   I returned to the task at hand (literally!), emboldened by Sally's
disinterest in what I was doing.  I decided to see if I could make her
nipple hard.  I hadn't asked about sucking privileges during our
negotiation, so I decided to refrain for now.  I gently took her puffy pink
nipple between my fingers and began to lightly roll it back and forth like
Jim had done earlier.  As I did this, I gently drew it away from her chest.
This got her attention briefly, but only because it was a sensation she
hadn't gotten used to yet.  It did not appear to hurt her, nor did she
appear to like it.  Linda always loved when I pulled on her nipples.  I had
actually gotten her a set of weighted nipple clamps for Christmas one year.
It looked almost painful watching them stretch her nipples as she rode me
cowgirl style wearing them.  We both came really hard that time.

   I wonder if she left them here somewhere...  She left every other part
of her old life behind.  I should look for those sometime, perhaps they'd
come in handy...

   I continued rolling and tugging, occasionally jiggling her breast gently
by the nipple.  She went back to the TV.  When I finally released the
nipple, it was indeed hard, and had changed from a puffy pale pink mound to
a dark pink and crinkled adult-looking nipple.  I decided I liked it better
soft, but I wasn't gonna tell Sally that.

   I decided I needed a better vantage point, so I leaned back half
sideways against the arm of the couch and spread my legs so there was
cushion space between them.

   "Honey, why don't you come lean against me like you did when you were
little." I suggested, "That way you can see better and I don't have to lean
across you."

   She shrugged, and sat down on the exposed couch between my spread legs.
She leaned back against my chest and I wrapped my arms around her tiny
body. The angle allowed me to attack both tits at the same time, as well as
give me a good top-down view of both breasts as I played with them.  It
also nestled my throbbing hardon against the small of her back.

   I sat briefly with my hands resting on her bare belly.  It was firm and
taught, with only a tiny bit of baby fat on it.  I watched her chest rise
and fall with each breath she took for a few minutes, mesmerized by my
daughter's breasts.

   After a few moments of watching her breathe, I ran my hands up her
stomach to cup each breast.  I encircled them from the bottom, hefted each
one and marveling at their weight.

   As I squeezed them together to make a very obscene cleavage, I found
myself wondering if they would keep growing at this rate, or if this was it
and Sally had just gotten them early.  They were nearly as big as Linda's
already, and so much firmer even though I had first felt up Linda at age
nineteen.  It's amazing what a different ten years makes.  I started
wondering what else was tighter and firmer on Sally than when I had met
Linda...

   My mind drifted back to Jim sliding that tiny speculum into Sally's
hairy twat and then spreading her open wider than I would've thought
possible.

   This made me start to get hard, and my cock began pressing into Sally's
back as she leaned against me.

   I didn't dare thrust against her at all, so instead I kept my lower half
perfectly still as I squished and squeezed her tits for about another 15
minutes before the timer rang for dinner.

   We got up and I took the chicken out of the oven while Sally poured us
some more wine.  I debated telling her to have some milk instead, but I
decided that she was an adult now and that milk had done her body enough
good.

   I watched as she walked around topless, completely oblivious to the
sensuality of the situation.  She truly did have the mind of a child.

   We sat down and enjoyed our dinner, me trying to catch glimpses of
Sally's exposed chest as we made small talk.  I couldn't see her nipples at
all as she sat at the table; she was so tiny that the table came up to her
upper chest.

   Using my iphone, I was able to snap several pictures of my daughters
bare breasts when she wasn't looking.  These would prove useful when I was
alone later, I was certain.

   As she started clearing the table, I started getting more brazen with my
picture taking, and she finally caught me.

   "Are you taking pictures of me, Daddy?" she didn't sound mad, she was
just curious.

   "Ahem, well yes, darling."

   "Why?"

   I had to think fast.  "Why not?  Father's always take pictures of their
beautiful daughters."

   "Not when they're naked." She said, matter-of-factly.

   "Sure they do," I said, "Come look."

   I lead her to the living room and pulled out her baby book.  The first
picture was right after she was born, laying naked and spread-eagle, crying
her eyes out.

   "See, you're completely naked in this one."

   "That doesn't count, I was a baby."

   I turned a few more pages and found one my ex-wife had taken of Sally
playing with plastic boats in the tub when she was about 3.

   "You're not a baby here."

   She thought about it, and after a moment of drunken internal
deliberation, she agreed that it must be normal for fathers to photograph
their daughters, whether they had all their clothes on or not.

   "You aren't gonna put these pictures in my baby book, are you?"

   I chuckled at the image, "No honey, that's only for baby pictures.  I'm
going to get you a very special `Big Girl Book' for all your grown-up
pictures, okay?"

   She seemed to like that idea so I decided to run with it.

   "Do you want to do some poses for your book?"

   "Oh my God, yes!" she squealed, jumping up from the couch.  This
outburst of energy caused her tits to bounce sexily.

   I decided to push my luck.  "Hang on, honey.  Sit back down and do that
again when I tell you."

   I pulled out my iphone and switched it to video mode.

   Aiming it at my seated daughter, I said, "Okay, now!"

   She squealed and leapt off the couch just like she did a moment ago,
only now I had it on film to enjoy for the rest of my life.

   I grinned, "You looked really cute when you did that."

   I lied.  Cute was definitely not the word for it.

   The majority of our photoshoot was pretty tame.  Things like Sally
posing in costume hats and jewelry, or with favorite toys.  Except
topless...

   I did convince her to do a few I liked though.  I got one of her
breastfeeding her lifesize baby doll.  She liked that one too because I
told her it was good practice for being a mommy when she got older.  I also
got her to do one of her squeezing her breasts like she had earlier in the
evening, so hard that tit-flesh spilled out from between her tiny fingers.
I got another shot of the white handprints she left on her chest after she
let go.  I got a few shots of her in her bra, and got her to pull the cups
down so her tits rested on top, all the typical teasing shots you see in
those "innocent teen" porn shoots.

   After a while, I convinced Sally to put on one of my wifebeaters.  It
was obviously far too big for her, and hung down like a dress.  I convinced
her to take off her pants and panties and wear only the baggy tank top.

   She agreed, and I took several pics of her in that outfit.  Some with
her pulling the front down tight to accent her tits, some with her pushing
her tits up so her giant cleavage popped out of the neckline, some from the
side so I could see part of her tits through the arm hole as they hung
there unholstered.

   The crowning achievement of the night, and some of my favorite pictures
of Sally to this day, were when I convinced her to get in the shower with
the tank top on, and proceeded to spray her with the removable nozzle.  She
squealed and giggled, trying to escape the ice cold water.  I got a few
minutes of video and several great shots of her hard nipples straining
against the clingy see-though fabric.

   After a while, she started to get cold and we shut off the water.  I
peeled the wet t-shirt off of her voluptuous chest and got a big towel out
of the closet.  I began to dry her off.  Her nips were very hard after the
cold water, and stood our even longer and more crinkled than they were when
I had tugged on them before dinner.  I ram my thumbs over them a few times,
tweaking them a little.  The cold water must've sobered her up a bit
because she was a lot calmer after the shower.

   After she was dry, I walked behind down the hall to her room (and
snapped a few pictures of her bare ass and legs!) so she could get
"dressed".

   I videotaped her as she bent forward, zooming in on her tits a they hung
down beneath her.  She got her panties out of her bottom drawer and slid
them up her very shapely, albeit short, legs and over her petite ass.  She
followed them with a pair of baggy sweat pants.

   By now it was almost 11, and we were both pretty tired.  I invited Sally
to sleep in my bed tonight, reminding her that I was allowed to play with
her tits all night if she wanted that iPad tomorrow.  She nodded and
without a word of protest, walked to my bedroom and spread out on her back
on Linda's side of the bed.  She brought her hands up behind her head and
laid on her back, looking relaxed while she waited for me to change.  I
snapped a few pics of her in that position, marveling at the way her giant
boobs remained so firm and proud on her little chest, even when flat on her
back.  All I could think of with her in the position would be what those
tits would be doing if someone were fucking her really hard right now...

   I realized that my cock was still straining against the front of my
pants.  I tore my eyes away from Sally's perfect chest to glance at her
face.  She had her eyes fixed on me, and I didn't feel comfortable pulling
my pants down when there was a high likelihood that my cock would spring up
and pop through the fly in my boxers.

   I excused myself and went into the bathroom to change.  The minute the
door closed, I freed my cock, which was as hard as a steel beam.  I
actually stopped and marveled at how stiff it was, feeling mildly proud of
that hard-on.  Looking back, I don't know why I should be proud, Sally
should be proud of her ability to make me rock hard without even touching
me.

   I knew I couldn't go back into the room with a raging hard-on, so I
grasped my tool and thought about the position I had left Sally in.  I
thought about how she was splayed out on my bed right now.  I thought of
those perky tits bouncing around her chest wildly as I lay on top of her,
pounding my cock deep into her tiny cunt.  I thought of how tight she'd
feel with my monster hard-on splitting her open.  I thought of the
whimpering noises she'd make each time I rammed my cockhead into her
cervix, (the same noises she used to make when I told her to turn off TV
and go to bed, I suspect.) I imagined pulling out of her at the last second
and climbing over her tummy.  She'd wrap her big tits around my cock and
I'd thrust into those big pillows a few times as I climbed closer to
orgasm. My cockhead would be playing peak-a-boo in her cleavage with each
thrust, and when I came, the first few shots would strike Sally in the face
and chin, dribbling down to make little pools on her neck, like I used to
do with Linda.  Then I'd grab my cock and slide it out of her cleavage,
jerking it wildly as I depostited the rest of my spunk all over her tits as
she held them together for me...

   It was so real I could almost feel the cum boiling in my balls...

   It wasn't until the first shot fired out of my cock that I realized
where I was and by that point I was too far gone to care.  I furiously
jerked my cock, dumping big globs of pent-up cum all over the bathroom
floor.

   After I had finished cumming, I sat down on top of the toilet, my chest
heaving.

   Holy shit, that had been the most powerful orgasm I had ever had!  All
because I was thinking about Sally.  Imagine how it would feel if I was
actually `with' her...

   I looked at the puddles of cum on the tile.  That was a huge load!  If
the load I left on Jim's desk was even half that big, he'd be really
grossed out...  I thought about how hot it would look to have all that cum
all over my daughter's tits.  After I shot it on her tits, I'd used my cock
to smear it all around.  I'd slap her sticky nipples with my half-flaccid
cock, then I'd have her clean my cock with my moist, little mouth.  Her
tiny pink tongue would lap at the head of my cock to get the last few drops
of cum...

   And I cam again, all over the rug in front of the toilet...

   Damnit!

   It was a lot less this time, but still, two orgasms in 3 minutes is a
record for me.

   I decided to use the soiled rug to wipe up the cum on the tile.  I then
tied the rug up in a trash bag and left it next to the toilet.

   I looked down at my cock now, all shriveled and sticky.  At least it
wouldn't be jabbing Sally all night.

   I stripped down to my boxers and wifebeater, flipped off the bathroom
light and walked back in to see if Sally had heard me.

   She was dead asleep, laying on top of the blanket, her arms resting at
her side, taking nice deep breaths.  I grabbed my phone and got a few more
pics and some video close-ups of her chest rising and falling.

   Then I clicked off the light and crawled into bed next to her.  I had
the idea that I wanted to try and use her big tits as a pillow all night,
so I gently laid my head down on her right breast.

   I stayed like that for about 5 minutes.  While the consistency was
perfect: nice and firm yet pliant, the angle was awkward and despite their
size, her tits weren't big enough to actually make good pillows.
I abandoned my breast pillow idea, and just laid down on my side of the
bed, drifting off staring at the amazing half-naked woman next to me.