My wife has a pair of those stiff, toadstool type tits that a fella can put his full weight on and hardly make a smush. It's fun game we play, seeing if there's a man strong enough to squish my wife's tits, to give them a proper honking they so achingly desire. We go around the bars in the greater Northeast Ohio area and challenge any burly boys and girth gals we see. Can you honk my wife's tits? I'll give ya $500 if you can honk my wife's tits by any means necessary. Of course, my wife, with her enormous breasts, does this little enticing shoulder shimmy that can arouse even coldest embers of desire. They give it a try, the all do. Ha! They're so confident at first but when the wrap their manhandling hams around my mammy's yams and feel no give whatsoever, haha, then we got 'em! The looks on their faces as their faces redden and their vascular forearms bulge with exertion. They can't do it! Then I remind them that they could try to honk these ponderous tater tots by any means necessary, and before long my wife is up against the wall taking shoulder barges or on the floor taking elbow drops, but nothing! The tryhards just bounce right off and walkaway with fractures in their bones and confusion in their boners (wide-ons for the ladies). Meanwhile, me and my wife laugh and laugh at the pathetic pack of would-be perverts. On the drive home from these bars, we have to pull over often because we can't stop laughing.
