Yessireebob. That’s what I say when somebody asks me “Son, have you seen Marisa Miller’s boobs lately?” The affirmative, because she don’t mind showing them off, the emphasis because, well I like ’em alawt. She has that little mole thing on her RH boob. I’m not so much into that. Moles are for the garden. They can help give your yard a little texture, keep it from looking all flat and boring you know? But not the boobs, keep my boobs clean of all moles and skin tags, thanks. Marisa is 33 years old, no spring chicken. So things happen. Get a couple of spots of cellulite here and there, some moles from all the pre-cancerous legions that result from baking your skin in the UV. Buzzkill you say? Hey, I wouldn’t kick her out of bed even if she was on chemo.

Usually, I like me some red-ass lipstick. But Marisa looks very comely in her pale tan or pink or whatever color lipstick that is. Very sophisticated looking. And I like her hair, and has pretty eyes. Would you listen to me? I sound like I’m trying to make up for the fact that I’m slobbering all over her braless breasts by complimenting the rest of her looks. Don’t worry. Not the case. I’m just fixating. I’ll move on to the next girl soon enough.

Marisa was kind of a big deal. She was a SI swimsuit gal, she did some nudie stuff. Glad I could introduce her to you.

You probably don’t know who Eliza Doolittle is. I sure didn’t. But as you’ll see, she’s one of those skinny girls with big natural boobies, and heck there should be a law that requires her to run around braless. Even though she is not legally obligated to do so (yet), here we see Eliza squirting around in a tiny little white tanktop with the boobies flyin. She has paired this with a well textured skirt, and a coat with a fur hood that probably costs more than my car. Of course, 1982 Dodge Omni’s don’t really go for much these days, I’m just sayin. The sideboob shot is so delicious it gives me pause. One, two, three. Count that in your head. That’s how long it took me to play a fake, feeble little movie in my head that involved me motor-boating Eliza’s cleavage and then… well, doing more perverted things.

Eliza is a 23 year old songwriter from the UK. She does some modeling. I’d be happy to take some dirty cell phone pics of her in a sleazy motel off the interstate, but first I have to convince her that bad poor boys with buck teeth are trustworthy. Hey, I have a big belt buckle, I’m badass.

We’ve been through a few other “eliza” gals over the years, including Elizabeth Berkley, and Liz Hurley. I’ll have to think about which is my fave.

Ya’ll know I love Reese Witherspoon, especially when she hugs up on Jennifer Aniston with the boobies and the pokies all squished together – yum! So don’t take this the wrong way. I’m just commenting because I know her like a sister and lover her like a dirty habit. The smartest thing my girl Reece did was to grow those bangs out and cover up her pointy forehead.

Now, you and I both know that pointy forehead is still under there. I realize she would wake up next to me, and I was caress her angelic face, and I would whisk her hair out of her eyes so I could kiss her despite the funky morning breath, and BAM there the forehead would be. Not any different really than the skinny girl you dated in high school who would stuff her bra with kleenex and would make everybody think – Crikey, girl has some cleavage, gotta get me some. But when you got up in there, the kleenex would fall out and the girls would deflate. Absolutely nothing wrong with that, you love her just the same right? Just a little self-improvement. I mean, girls who wear makeup and cover up the blemishes ain’t being deceptive, they just want to look sexy for me, er I mean us right?

Now I would’ve been willing to swear on a stack of sticky VHS tapes I had a post a few years (decades?) ago about Reese on the beach doing some swinging with her pokies going crazy. I looked high and low, and all over the bralessblogosphere, and I finally found the post I remembered. It was for Anna Paquin of all people. I’m getting old and senile, can’t even remember my nips any more.

I’m digging her in this low-cut purple dress. She looks so serious. It looks a bit candid, and yet the way the bottom of her dress is staged you kind of have to wonder. Her boobies look so yummy here!

Dearest Natalie Zea, let me count thy blessings.
1) Crystal clear, impossibly sexy greenish-blue eyes
2) very, very, very perky 36 year old boobies
3) pokies big enough to hang a coat hanger on
4) legs that are good enough
5) a hiney that I would like to see going up and down

She is some kind of soap opera darling. I skipped elementary school and received much of my early education from soap operas and street thugs. So I’m surprised I don’t know who she is. Maybe she’s been in a few movies too, but the way she looks, if she could act even a smidgen you would think she would be in every movie coming out. She’s getting a little age on her, as evidenced by the wrinkles, but I compare her to a slightly bustier Jennifer Aniston. That gray dress, something sexy about it. I mean other than the fact that it’s whispy-thin, the top is slit low, the thigh is slit high, and she is wearing no underwear or bra. Shoot, I could even look sexy in that dress. I’d probably have to shave my back though. And my chest. I will have to remember to post more Natalie pics in the future, but they are surprisingly scarce.