If Denise Milani decided to jam those big-nippled boobs into my face and shake them while staring at me with her dark eyes and exotic smile, I am positive that I would be completely incapable of speech.  You know how when you were a young lad trying to delay the inevitible orgasmic explosion you would try to think about baseball or mailboxes or waterlogged kittens?  In this case, I would probably think about lesbians sword-fighting with dildos, or dirty girls irrigating buttcracks with garden hoses, or any damn thing besides the cleavage engulving my head.