My breasts. Well, what can I say, they've been good to me. They've looked good in a bikini, they've helped me past bouncers at nighclubs and they've been very handy after having each of my babies. If you team them with a friendly smile, they're almost weapons of mass destruction. But they seem to be on a slippery slope to a new position. You can tell this is happening when you lie on your back and instead of staying up top, they try and slide away to hide in your armpits.
The background here is a matisse painting and the girl is from a book I have of pulp fiction covers. I love pulp fiction vovers.