Hmm... I can't tell if I've told this one but here goes.
That same day while golfing, and after the disastrous first experiment with ball placement I'd slip them into my bra. This bra shapes and forms me like the chassis of a Lamborghini on a Volkswagen base. I'd found this gel pushup padded low cut baby on sale at Victoria Secret's for $7 and figured, "What the hell!"
Since the bra was so secure, I'd slip a ball into each cup at the bra's edge, the cleavage and padding hiding the two extra lumps. Apparently when I swing, the movement. It was a pleasant day so since I wasn't sweating, I couldn't feel the balls shift. I was having such fun, I didn't pay attention to which side I'd pull out until I needed an extra ball. I felt inside... nuttin' but breast. I tried the other side, same result. I squeeezed both breasts and jiggled them with my hands on my shirt. Zip. I figured I'd lost the ball and went on.
At each hole the jiggling and searching intensified with my playing with my bosoms with alarming regularity. I tried to stop; my search for the balls was compulsive! Finally I went for the full dig, my hands scouring the soft well supported curves.
Oopsie. Right atop the nipple on my left breast was my beloved ball, a Nike JUICE which I plucked expertly happy that no one but my friend was around.
Next time I go out, I'm either going to wear something with pockets or a thinner support system.
