BLOG RATING Mature Adults.
I don’t have many regrets in my life. I figure that even the things that we have failed at we can learn from and the lessons learned make us a stronger and better person.
But as I enter my 40th year in life I do have an adults only regret – I have yet to have a threesome and I reckon my time is pretty much up to experience one. 
I was proffered once in a nightclub about 15 years ago but I was sooo not prepared and I took off giggling. 
Dumb, dumb, dumb.
Now don’t get me wrong, I am very happy on my side of the fence, but I would REALLY like to know what another pair of boobs feels like. Specifically, ones that are bigger than my A, pushing B cup sized ones. 
I don’t want to waste the awesomeness with a pair that feel like my own or smaller. Hubby would like one with Natalie (Portman, is there another?), but I mean, really. Whole lotta A cup there.
I also have no desire to go, you know, down there with a girl. 
It is strictly a scientific curiosity limited to the waist up with a whole lot of kissing thrown in for fun. 
I think I may throw up a little if I had to go, well, you know. Down. There.
So, in order to be satisfied in this girl-on-girl action, and to avoid awkwardness when it comes time to, well, you know, there needs to be a male* involved who can satisfy us both. 
After all, I wouldn’t want Denise to miss out on anything.
Meet Denise – I’m sure you know her. Isn’t she a honey?
 She is who I imagine in my, you know, happy place, when Mr Point Five is at work. 
Plus she has awesome boobs 🙂
If you don’t know Denise, she is best known (to me at least) in this movie.
To most people this is her most memorable scene. 
(warning, if you click on the link, there my be a bit of girl kissing)

…but I prefer this one, you know, with a fella to avoid, well, you know. (again, more kissing, some with a fella as well). This is like, my fantasy scene and I am Neve. Sigh. Where was I?
Plus, I’m not a do it in the pool kinda girl.
But seriously, I would be OK wherever Denise wanted.

Anyway – just thought I would share one of my few regrets in life.
That and not buying a pair on Manolos when I was in NYC. Bet I could have picked up in those.

 *Yes, honey, it would be you (placates the hubby), but shhhh, not really – his winky aint getting anywhere near her undercarriage, she would have her own fella – aww crap, that would make it a foursome. Hmmm, might have to rethink this in my head, you know for when she calls.