And now, here are the same breasts from my last post but these are in living color. Note that this is a different picture. They are touching. Aww yeaah! And the reader who submitted these just told me today that both bras are hers. I didn't get into asking her about what happened in the changing room. I just took them and nodded graciously.
And I'll also tell you what makes these photos great. For someone that's seen a lot of boobs, it's not just that these are perfect. It's that these are from readers. The only time I go to strip bars is when it's for a bachelor party. And honestly, I couldn't care less. But if a lady in everyday life exposes some cleavage, it's a good day. It has to do with the setting. Can any of you guys chime in and tell the ladies what I'm talking about?
I'm going to dub it the Lambada effect. The Lambada is the forbidden dance, and seeing cleave on the sly is the forbidden glance (note the clever rhyme).