Why am I so mesmerized by these things? I stare and stare and stare. I try to use the part of my brain that doesn't think about tits all day to try to talk sense and explain to the part that does think about them why they're no big deal and to just move on but the part of my brain that loves giant breasts is so strong, so very, very, strong! My tits brain simply laughs at the thinking part of my brain, it kicks sand in it's face, it gives it a wedgie and hangs it from a locker. There is no use trying to reason with my own brain it knows what it wants and so I stare...and stare and dream and drool a little.
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I really do feel your pain.
I've even tried therapy. . . nothing is more mentally powerful than the tits brain.
I keep saying; "please don't make me stare, please don't make me stare," and what does it do, I makes me stare.
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