a hobby I had long shared with my father. He took me to see my first true boobs (moms don’t count, haha) and ever since, I’ve been hooked. Just something about them, ya know? Hahaha, what am I saying? Of course you know! Haha. Hahaha, oh jeez, dad would have loved that. He was always having women over to show off their boobs to him (and later me) and his den was a veritable boob museum with boob stuff from all over the world, ya know, paintings, pottery, sculptures, etc. Man, he had a bronze breastplate from ancient Maecedonia with such extremely prominent nipples that it was hard not to imagine the boobs of the lady it was designed for. Golly. Dad may be gone, but certainly not forgotten, *yowza*. His boob love lives on through me, and I’d like to think I’m making him proud with the sheer quantity and quality of boobs I make part of my life.