Real life: I'm tired of boobies. I've seen a million of them. Perhaps even in actuality.
Also real life: .. but I havent seen HERS. They arent impressive because of their size or shape or areola, perhaps. But they are impressive because they're real.
.. I think.
Do I care if they're real? I dunno. I think I do. But.. boobies.
Such a quandary, and yet I guess I just want a flat chested chick with a compensation complex to go cum crazy and stalk me and nag at me in just the cutest way. Or perhaps the Fran Drescher way. Yeah.
But when would I find time to work if I'm forever busy humping on my J3wish nanny whilst she borrows my credit card, nags and laughs in such a way?
I dont want to be wrapped around her finger. AROUND her, yes. But the finger seems quite difficult to do, I am no longer a foetus.
Or a fetus. Or a fetoo.
I am a fully grown tumor and require an actual human to wrap myself around.
Or do I require it? I've often not had one and been quite fine.
/Wraps my hand around myself and proceeds to comfort the affected area