I have told this story once before here, but, it is worth repeating.
I was in Saigon in 1969... 19 years old.. waiting to go on R&R. To make a long story short, my buddy took me to a bar/brothel and coerced me into buying a night. Well, my girl..when I first saw her, I thought she was pregnant... but, as she walked towards me, I realized that there was was way too much motion under that shirt. At the time, I did not appreciate that sort of thing
I was not happy, but there was no way for me to get my money back, so I decided to spend the night with her anyway. By the end of the night, I was a born again breast man.
As it turned out, the poor girl had breasts that must have weighed 10 lbs each on a very slight frame. When she sat at the table in her room, she would rest them on the table top. When she laid on her back, they would actually rest on the bed on each side of her.
Her most comfortable position for making love was laying on top... and letting them hang down on me. It is a vision I still see vividly in my mind today
I am not proud of this, but she must have been only 16 or so... But, she knew how to use those things to full advantage.. In that country at that time in history, that was the main way a woman could survive.