Porn Star Boobs

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Yes, this post is about breasts, ta-tas, melons, jugs, fun bags, heaving bosoms, expanded mammary glands...

I went for a walk the other day in a tank top (thanks to the unbelievably scary warm LA weather) and I looked down to see these massive knockers bouncing around. OK, if you know what I look like, you'll laugh because I am still just a B cup, but my boobs scare me these days. I can't seem to get used to these milk-filled mama-jamas.

Although most days I don't get to enjoy them, as Baby Girl seems to think she owns them. That's one thing that having a baby does make you realize - your boobs are no longer your own. They've moved from fun to functional. I wander around the house, in front of open windows, naked boobies flapping in the breeze.

I've even carried Baby Girl while she feeds, like the monkeys at the zoo. Who cares if the neighbors see you? They're just jugs of milk, right?

Sometimes I do have moments where I wonder if that's all I am to Baby Girl - a couple of milk bags for her enjoyment. Then the hubby hands her to me and she gives me a big smile when that nipple gets in her sights.

Just call me Boobsie McMilkinstein.