My fingers, cupping those pendulous breasts, would fairly chirp , sing, and merrily orgasm in delight every bit as happily as my loins would , which, savagely would obey their primordial, irreducible instinct to thrust, penetrate, unleash, and finally fulfill myself without remorse, pride, humility, or the slightest thought of anything at all save that need, that desire, that DEMAND to take, and mate furiously that which gives meaning to life, in perpetuity.