Recent posts concerning vacuum power and the "only real" BE (highly debatable considering the regularity of middle-age hypertrophy; see Alexis Love, Loni Anderson, Lainie Kazan and your stereotypical ethnic grandmother), reminded me of a story from my brief career as a Kirby dealer. It was a generally miserable period of my life working purely on comission getting few sales, dealing with irate people, hiking door to door endlessly, asshole co-workers. There were a few highlights though. A fun, easy-going boss and bosses wife. Getting high and **92** with co-workers, the sales that did come through, camping out at the 7-11 or whatever in whatever podunk Iowa town we were in and seeing what the locals were made of, and one mindblowing afternoon in the prescence of a young nursing mother.
It's the kind of thing I looked forward to every day since I signed on with the company. a demo with a big busted woman. When it came though, it didn't sink in for a while. Young blonde woman, beutiful home, a nurse(!) at the local hospital and delivered a baby girl 2 weeks prior. Upon arrival and set-up she had the baby on a blanket on her shoulder that covered most of her chest. She goes further into the house to put the baby down for the afternoon. When she retuned, my heart and had pounded and I got awfully dizzy. This petite, professional blonde was being overwhelmed by a billowing pillow of a bosom that was as wide as the doorway she observed from and hung down to her waist. She was dressed in shorts a men's 3XL T-shirt that draped from the edge of her boobs like a curtain and a behemoth lacy nursing bra underneath. She got more interested in the demo a copped a squat in the doorway (the area I was cleaning was sunken). Her boobs immediately spilled into her lap and her canyon of cleavage swallowed up a good part of the huge t-shirt. We had an equally mindblowing conversation about her pregnancy (the main reason she couldn't buy) in which she giddily mentioned she gained 20 pounds in the chest, more than twice the weight of her baby. Right before my time was over, we sat down for a Coke at the kitchen table, baby's crying for a feeding. She gets up (it really was a struggle for her, her boobs were so heavy, they werent swinging but visibly rolling under the t-shirt) grabs the kid from the cric, takes a seat at the counter and whips the nipple of her right breast through the nursing flap and goes to work. I reluctantly but respectfully averted my eyes. She joked about how well I was keeping it together but she had no idea! 
My supervisor shows up we share a few bug-eyed stares as we pack up. I was an instant hit in the office for a few days afterward in spite of the fact that I didn't sell. All of my co-workers wanted to "accidentally" stop by the same house. Like I said, it was a miserable job but 60 minutes with 2 of the biggest tits in the mid-west justified it.