I remember when I was about nineteen a guy that I had a huge crush on made a statement as I climbed up the ladder on to the boat. He was still in the water behind me and when he climbed on to the boat, he said, “You have the greatest ass”. For weeks after that, I would use a little compact mirror to check out my rear in the bathroom mirror. What was all of the fuss about? I mean, yes it was firm, but I was nineteen. I am quite sure I probably took every chance I could to flaunt my butt in front of him. I never did go out with him, not because I didn’t have the opportunity, but because I knew all of the girls he had already dated and quite frankly I had no desire to get anything that “itched” or “burned”.
Fast forward twenty years and now what I wouldn’t give to have that ass again. I guess that is not entirely true, I wouldn’t give my kids. It’s ironic that the one thing that causes the most change to the size of your ass can also be the biggest pain in your ass. Let’s just end it there.