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07/17/2009

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Trust me, it sure as shit ain't sexual for the mom, either.

Translation: Once again, WTF? Really? I was with you until the child suckling bit.

Although now that I think about it, I can't imagine feasting on breasts would be all that pleasant for the woman as well...something about cannibalism and all that.

Madman -- on that we must disagree. Nibbling, biting, even a good bit of gnawing, can feel quite pleasant under the right circumstances. :D

Nibbling, biting, even a good bit of gnawing is significantly different from feasting.

Feasting implies a volume of activity that goes beyond the capacity of mere breasts to sustain.

Sorry, Madman, but by nearly every definition of the word, "feasting" applies -- even in the "meal" sense if we're talking breastfeeding:

"to have or partake of a feast; eat sumptuously"

"to dwell with gratification or delight, as on a picture or view."

"feast one's eyes, to gaze with great joy, admiration, or relish"

"a sumptuous entertainment"

"something highly agreeable"

Ask Uncle Walter -- if you can get him to stop blushing long enough, I'm fairly certain he'd acknowledge that he can, quite easily, feast on my breasts. And they're quite abundant a feast, too. :)

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