Talking About Tits

I was blessed with nice, well behaved tits. Big enough to fill a man's hand, small enough not to get in the way. As my old Uncle John used to say, 'don't get your tit caught in the ringer'. I didn't have to worry.

We grew up in a small town in a mostly rural community and breast feeding was all around. The experienced moms got their tit out to shut the baby up, the new moms had to wear a cover so no one saw their tits when they fed their babies. I guess I fell in between, around family and friends tits out, in a public place cover up.

In my family regular tits were the norm. In my husband's family women were busty, big tits. I worried about girl babies, no one would find out till they were grown up. Fortunately my girl babies took after the women in my family. My sister in law wasn't so lucky. As a teen she was a milk cow, by the time she got to college she was way to big. But you have to deal with your tits, it's like being too tall, or having a size 11 shoe.

When my SIL was 25 I offered to pay for a breast adjustment for her. Giving up her tits wasn't something she could do. Those were her tits. We never discussed it again. The good news is that the washers by the time we had to do laundry had a top on them and you didn't run the risk of getting your tit hung up in the ringer.