Boobies!!!

I have a new hobby. A hobby that lifts my spirits, brings a smile to my face and can consume many hours out of my day.

I call it boobie watching or cleavage gazing. And, the most amazing part of my new hobby? The boobies and cleavage I'm ogling are mine! I can't get enough of them. I now make wardrobe selections based on what will display my newly enhanced breasts best. And, I unabashadly encourage Mr. Oh to stare, touch and do whatever else he wants with them.

I'm so proud of my boobies that I wasn't bothered in the least by the several strangers I've caught staring at my cleavage. Hey, I'm fully aware my new mounds are temporary. So, why shouldn't everyone enjoy them while they last?

Why the fascination? Well, I never had much to look at before. So much so, that when I was about 17, I was at the mall with a mixed group of friends and decided to stop into the lingerie shop to buy a bra for a bridesmaid dress I was forced to wear. To save time, I approached the saleswoman to help me find a strapless bra. I was never one for modesty, so performing this task with teenage boys in tow was not a big deal. That was until I noticed the saleswoman assessing my real estate, after which she very loudly announced to everyone within earshot, "Honey, don't waste your money. You don't have very much for a bra to hold."

Well, there's a whole lot to hold now!