Ever wonder why table legs have boobs?
I just found out they’re good practice for the uninitiated.
This boy and his friend had been sitting on the floor giggling and fondling this poor table leg for a while. When discovered by one of their dads, they got a strict talking to about the inappropriateness of feeling up the antiques. I snuck a shot of his defiant parting squeeze. He must have feared it would be his last chance for years and he should grab the chance while it was in reach and couldn’t fight off his advances.
Hahahaha! Love this!