I am just guessing of course but his natural breast size is probably about the same as the ones he purchased for her.
He needs a haircut and a shave, beyond any and all other considerations. And as my old friend Ted demanded of our friend Russ, as they two sat finishing some Cobb's Creek Bourbon, outside the closed door of my basement bedroom, "They're not REALLY doing it, right, Russ?" Russ grunted unintelligibly, something like, "Nah!......" Whereupon I cracked open the door, throwing her bra out through the opening, but saying nothing. Later, as we emerged, Russ still sat there unmoved, swill in hand, bra lying in his lap. I was 22, she was 17, Russ & Ted 18. Such went the "youth adventures" in my folks' basement as we all finished "growing up"! "She" still lives in Vegas, alone, at 71. Russ contracted bacterial meningitis 3 years ago, gets kidney dialysis several times weekly, Ted is aged the same as Russ, but little afflicted by old age, I am the oldest, least "sickly", maybe, though I have not conversed with my "ex" for a year now. She is still in Vegas, 46 years after we forswore Chicago to move there. I really ought to call her........... How those old kinky experiences continue to haunt me while today's (and last week's), elude me, I know not. I loved it then, and love it now. Well-adjusted, no? @Shirley Martin Frank