My friends have accused me of having a fixation with big tits. Not true. I admit I like tits. Contrary to accusations, BIG is not the only factor. I like tits that fit. Fit might be a matter of frame. Or it could be use. I can’t ignore context. That combination of architecture, attitude and presentation is wonderful. Buxom or flat chested when the context is right , it is right.

Who can forget that classic confrontation between Sophia Loren and Jayne Mansfield?

Both had truly great tits. Look at this picture, documenting the boob to boob competition, between the two, eh ah four. The expression on her face says that even Sophia knew she lost the competition.

Wo can forget the following photo?

Farrah Fawcett was Texas girl. Compared to Jayne Mansfield she didn’t have a nickel’s worth of tit. Go into to any schoolboy’s room with a Farrah Fawcett poster and shine a black light around. Jackson Pollock would be proud.

For a period of time I was a SCUBA instructor. I recall watching Jaqueline Bisset in “The Deep.” I don’t remember the plot of the picture. I do remember the wet t-shirt sequences. Jacqueline was impressive. Then there was the dive I made in Canyon Lake one early December.

One of my students, an attractive female, missed her last open water dive. She needed the dive to get her certification. There was no putting it off because she was going to the Caribbean over Christmas.

We traveled out to Canyon Lake on a cold windy day. Everything is relative. At least submerged we would be out of the wind. We were wearing wet suits. Mine was custom fitted. Hers was off the rack. For those that don’t know how wet suits work I will explain. They do not keep water out. They are designed to let water in. The idea is that a thin layer of water will become trapped in the suit. The body then warms that layer of water and thickness of the wet suit keeps it from cooling off. The better the fit, the warmer the water.

I suppose I could have been a gentleman and brought a thermos of hot water to pour into our wetsuits. But I didn’t. I could have explained the field expedient method of warming the inrush of cold water by pissing in the suit. But I was too delicate.

We made the dive, performed the required tasks and declared victory. As we walked up the beach I observed her lips were a delicate shade of blue. I forgot about her shivering and blue lips as I helped her to shed her tank and BC.

This is the starter button on a 32 Ford.

My student was so cold that she moved Jacquelin Bissett and the starter button of the 32 Ford into the also ran category, when it came to erect nipples. Those puppies had managed to make their presence known through 3/8’s of an inch of neoprene and nylon wetsuit. I reassured her things could only get better in the Caribbean.

I hope I cleared things up. I admit to some confusion as to when it is okay to notice a nice rack or not, . I understand that while it may be acceptable to break into applause and wave dollar bills in a Titty bar. That same behavior is frowned upon in the frozen foods section of the local supermarket. I am not sure why, but I accept it.