I stepped out of the changing room in my blue and yellow one-piece bathing suit. Over one shoulder was draped my big beach blanket and over my other shoulder was draped my cloth bag containing my beach visit essentials: suntan oil, a bottle of mineral water, two sandwiches and a bag of fat-free chips. A beach umbrella stuck under my right arm, resting atop the swell of my right breast. The boys stopped and stared, as did the girls, as I walked through the little brick pavilion. My 68 inch bosoms heaved and quaked in my bathing suit like two gigantic waterballoons.
