People often ask me, hey, Bill, why are you still sleeping on my sofa after two months when you told me it would just be for a night. They also ask me if I was put to the test and could choose only one set of faptastic funbags to ever play with again, whose would they be.
That seems like a Hobson's Choice, or, since I don't know what that means, I suppose the choice of every man who gets married. It would be perhaps the most difficult decision of my life. I'm not sure I could actually utter a single name from my mouth. Having said that, if somebody decreed from above that my final pair of sweet melons would be those belonging to Lacey Banghard, I could not only live with that, I think I'd smile broadly and thank my lucky stars.
For they are truly a pair of blessed boobtastic, on display in these outtakes from her pictorial last month in Nuts. Lacey isn't just hot, she's hot and heavy in all the right places. A vision of brunette perfection that gets the motors on my metaphorical boats racing. A perfect duet to honor on this Ta-Ta-Tuesday. Enjoy.