I took my mom shopping for bras at Wal-Mart. She was always a Marshall Fields/Saks gal but now loves her some Wal-Mart. Wal-Mart is porn for elder folk. Never shopped for bras before, much less for my mother. She's a 42 double D, which means nothing to me but she's gotten busty over the years. She can't see the tags so I was the seeing eye dog. And you?
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