The Boob Job
During my term serving the public as a DJ I witnessed all sorts of things.
One evening I was disc jockeying at a dance held on a farm at the top of Eyam, a village in the Peak District.
This evening was particularly memorable as it was a posh do, evening dress and all, held in a marquee attached to a barn. This meant that all the ladies wearing stiletto shoes found themselves continually sticking to the ground and constantly falling over. Anyway there was one couple there who really fancied themselves as candidates for 'Come Dancing' who kept asking for proper dance music, so after a run of waltzes and quicksteps they decided to try their hand at a Tango. They were actually really quite good at this so consequently soon attracted a number of onlookers. Their finale was really something else, for me anyway, as they were right in front, within feet of me. The man leaned the woman right over backwards with legs aloof, and both her tits fell straight out of the top of her low slung evening dress. With face as red as a beetroot she turned towards me and popped them back in again. I've never been the same since!
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The Boob Job
