I find I must address this problem. Early last Sunday morning I happened to walk past my guest cottage in which my good friend and adopted "son" sometimes stays as he passes through town. I should not help but spot the two brilliant red servings of a pushup bra, perfectly shaped in ready position, resting onto the sofa, awaiting the future nestling of tiny breasts that hide behind a wall of boob-shaped foam. This. was the "Bra of Disappointment".
The answer is, bigger breast pills and…
Doorgaan