Sydney has a righteous pair of tits and she knows how to display them. There's something about a Woman who takes pride in her tits; who knows what the sight of their nakedness does to a man. I'm a tit man. Tits, even small tits, are good. They are wholesome eye candy. Take a good winter sweater and use them to cover a pair of tits und voilà sweater kittens and "pet' sweater kittens no less. Each time you see a new pair, it is a moment of contentment. They are like snowflakes with each pair being as unique as the Woman who bares them.
Sydney was unique but had not sweater for her kittens. She preferred the fur coat and she preferred the kittens to be let out to play. Sydney though, like many a cat, disappeared into the neighborhood never to be seen again. I pray she wasn't struck while trying to cross a road somewhere.
