In the 70's, when the topless craze had preceeded pole dancers, I tended bar at a lounge from 11-7 five days a week topless while attending college. My only item of apparel was an apron tied at the waist, and I took to the job bobbing and jiggling my 42-inch bust, with jartop-sized aerolae with a flourish.
My gratuities kept me in books, Big Macs and Oil of Olay handily, and upon returning after giving birth to my daughter, yes, you guessed it, fathered by a customer, my nursing breasts were even bigger. I repeated the motherhood bit again before graduating, leaving college with a pair of kids, and two degrees.
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