Granted, yesterday's viewing featured lots of older stars and it seems as the years add on the pounds must come off exponentially. I remember Tom Wolfe describing in Bonfires of the Vanities, rail thin mature women resemble walking x-rays.

You can almost see their circulatory systems through the fat-free skin as thin as their itty-bitty waists. Forty might be the new thirty but apparently, only if you achieve the same weight you had when you were still a teen.

I believe what makes a woman a woman are curves not protruding clavicles, exposed ribs and hipbones to cut glass on. As much as admire skeletal bitches just for supporting the heavy weight of their own heads, I admire much more the strong backs of hot chicks carrying the weight of big tits.

Bearing breasts and butts, they fill your monitor without minimizing resolution. Someone with something to hang onto, to grope, to grab and to bang, without worrying your dick might poke out the other side as seems plausible danger with some of the paper dolls on the idiot box.

I grew up in farm country and in my youth, we'd call such busty babes, milk fed beauties exuding health with a decent dose of meat on their bones, jugs for suckling and fertile hips just begging to be filled with some seed.

Nevertheless, the girls I saw in my review do lack any illusion of rural wholesomeness when it comes to the things they do. They always end up with something nasty etched across their foreheads in black magic marker while they eat cum with a spoon or brush their teeth with a sticky load.

Milk fed in a completely different way, these sluts got me milking buckets and that's no bull.