When did the 'bags suddenly decide that rubbing their own man-boobs was a sexy thing to do? This is like the fifth pic I've seen where some fratdouche is feeling himself up while two hotties sit nearby completely ignored.

And hotties they are. Oh yes. Two twin bills of scrumptuous oven baked goodness. Two stalks of ripening cornhusks in the morning air. If ripening cornhusks had perky boobies and legs I'd chew on for a three day weekend, that is.

I'd set this self fondling mantat on fire and push him down a flight of stairs. Then I would jump up and down on these two enchilladas like a poodle on speed.