I once had a boyfriend who dropped his toothbrush on the floor when he saw me getting out of the shower behind him, then turned and grabbed my breasts, chanting, “Boobies, boobies, boobies.” Another boyfriend would hop onto the bed on his hands and knees and pant like a dog when I changed in front of him, ending any conversation we were having by proclaiming, “Daddy needs titty.”
Y.L. Wolfe