
Some time ago, not wanting to disappoint my ample chested comrades and to show them I could compete on their level, I decided to make some cleavage purely for their entertainment and howls. The feat was similar to making artificial snow for a ski slope on a warm sunny day in late May. I picked what appeared to be a shirt that would showcase this soon to be created wonder cleavage. How though, was I going to move them across the center lanes merging into cleavage? I thought - ah ha, gray duct tape:) It was a process that needed an extra set of hands which were not available at that moment!
Impossibly hard it was to maneuver running the tape around my chest while pushing my small crests across the lanes. Oh I gave it a noble effort - multiple times. The end result was well, not remarkable, striking or even successful. There was not enough tape or enough boobs to merge anything despite my gallant efforts. I proceeded with my plan though it had not gone as I had hoped! I put the shirt on and pulled it down as far as possible to see the start of a rise of skin where cleavage should be. I grabbed my cell phone and shot an up close and texted my girlfriend, "CLEAVAGE - binoculars optional"! This was in response to her and another friend purchasing me plastic Halloween breasts for my birthday.
Large busted woman always feel pity for me and those like me. I'm here to say, I love what I have!! In my middle forties they are still pretty grand and perky and not surgically enhanced (though that is subjective and I am comparing myself to myself at age 60, not to myself at age 25).

I salute you girls!!

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