Yo Gang.
I haven't been posting sightings much lately, even though I see a lot in NYC. They're always just quick flashes, so I think that such descriptions would get boring after a while. This one, however, is worth mentioning.
Went to a LI, NY mall today, with wife and **09**. My wife knows of my proclivities - kind of obvious since she's very well endowed herself, more so since we've got another on the way. She actually tries to be helpful, points out the interesting women every so often, with exasperated amusement.
The mall as usual is something to see. There's an interesting racial/cultural mix on LI - a bit of everything - and this plus some of the recent grass roots trends are producing lots of young women with larger bustlines than I've been used to over the years here. For example, I've been noticing lots of C-cup 13yearolds, and plenty of Dcup 14-15yearolds (not that that's what I'm into, of course, I'm into the older and larger types). Girls didn't look like this when I was that age! So my point is, even the background noise here is lots of fun.
Strolling upwards from the food court towards the mall central hub, my wife turns around with a quirky expression on her face, apparently to watch my reaction. Then, I see her, walking towards us. Perhaps you all remember a lady once known as TWgirl? If this wasn't her, it was her twin. I saw her for barely seconds, but it's burned into my mind. Even the face matched the characteristics/proportions that you could see through the blur - pretty, clean lined features. All the right body proportion, perhaps a touch heaver than the last photos we saw. The tanned skin tone, honey colored hair. The elongated, heavy, rounded and massive looking breast shape that we all know and loved. I'll try to map out the dimensions: from breast start on upper chest to bottom curve - 12"; width at widest point - 9"; thickness/projection off her chest at thickest point - ~6.5" (remember, these aren't spheres, they're pendulous). She was wearing a dark blue, lowcut tank top that showed about 3" of cleavage and some bulge-up. The standard busty-girl cover-up was a light brown vest of some sort, but walking, she'd pushed past all of that. (Don't hold me to the clothing details, that's not what I was focused on.)
This all happened so fast: one... two... oop, she's past me and I turn around and all I can see is her rounded posterior motivating away from me. I want to run after her just for another glimpse, but I can't, you know the score. All I can do is stand there and exclaim under my breath, "Oh, Mannn..." My wife chuckles and says, "You should have seen the expression on your face."
Not so long ago when some friends were over, we were spewing some inanities, something like: in your marriage you should have some extreme "out", like there is one **29** you love so much that, if the farfetched opportunity ever arose, you would be allowed to screw him/her without repercussions. They were asking me, what **29** would you pick? I couldn't give them an answer - most of the well known media figures

didn't seem worth it to me. My wife gave me a knowing look and said, "Well, it would be one of your internet/porn dream girls, right?" I had to agree, but I couldn't give them a name that any of them would know or understand.
Well, as we continued through the mall in the aftermath of the aforementioned encounter, I leaned to my wife and said, "In case you were wondering, THAT was my dream girl." She replied, "I know."
I saw at least two other real nice sightings, both at least DDD, but they pale in comparison.
I have no idea if that could have been the real TW girl, and in all likelihood it wasn't her. But, Damn, it's sort of nice to know that people like her are a reality, and not just an image on a screen or magazine. "Sort of" because it's good you could catch a glimpse of someone like that, not so good in that it's less than unlikely you'll ever actually be with someone like that. ...Guess you need to just be happy with what you've got.
But, wow, man. Shee-it. Whoa.
-D'Artagnian
Ignore the logname, it's really me.