No 2 with No 3 tits please - I would be paying after all and being the customer I want to have my cake and eat it.
Crawling along in heavy traffic this morning I gradually caught up with a girl walking along. From quite some distance I could see that her arse, squeezed into an unfeasibly tight fitting pair of jeans, rated 11/10 on the 'I'm going to crash into the car in front whilst staring at that' scale. Waist nice and slim and I'm already thinking that I hate her bf as he is evidently a lucky bastard cunt. As I got level with her she turned to cross the road, side on, and the tits match the arse, OK they were in a jacket but she was certainly no ironing board.
But then she turned her head to my direction. Let's just say I still harbor some hope that I have missed that it is National go to work as the Elephant Man Day. My desire to bang her seven ways to next Sunday vanished and quite honestly I did wonder about running her over to put her put of her misery, poor cow.
Even with Joseph Merricks bag over her head I couldn't take her from behind, enjoy the grade A arse and grab a handful of her tits - I'd just know what was under the bag.
So, face first, body second.