Thread: Is it real or...(a DMV tale)

Originally Posted by icedog

Wait Mark. Is there really a public time and place (not a strip joint) where you would comment about the tits of a complete stranger to another complete stranger?

I'm wondering if there's a public place I can get a stool to mount a horse as tall as yours.

It was a dreadfully, horribly, tediously, painfully normal friday night in the same,tired neighborhood watering hole in Derby, Connecticut, until about 11:30 when Bob came in from New Haven with his wife and her amazing tits. Tommy was in his usual spot from where he could watch for anything different, anything new, anything amazing. The amazing tits of Bob's wife were pretty much exactly why Tommy always sat in the same stool, watching the door.

After ordering drinks for his wife and himself, Bob walked straight past the jukebox to the men's room. Tommy got up from his sacred spot and followed Bob into the urination chamber. "Hey how're ya doin? My name's Tommy." And he shook Bob's hand.

"Hey Tommy. I'm Bob."

Tommy is one of those Alaskan king crab fisherman you see on the Discovery channel. He spends his time off the boat in the bar in Derby, Connecticut, third stool from the door, waiting to return to the Bering Sea or apparently for Bob, his wife and her tits. "Listen Bob, don't take this the wrong way, I'd like to offer you $2,000 cash to play with your wife's tits for a few minutes. I don't want to bang her or nothin' I just wanna play with her tits."

"Wow Tommy that's a helluvan offer but I can't answer for it. They aren't my tits. Give me a couple minutes." So Bob went out and presented Tommy's offer to his wife.

Less than a minute later, Bob's wife is sitting at one of the tables across the room from the bar. Tommy is standing behind her fondling her ample but firm breasts through her push-up bra and synthetic blend blouse. As he is rubbing and twisting and pulling at the marvelous mammaries, Tommy is repeating what sounds like a mantra, "Oooh I don't know. I don't know. Ooh I just don't know."

Bob's curiosity gets the better of him and he has to ask. "What Tommy? What don't you know?"

"I don't know where the money I promised your wife is gonna come from."