Dirty Deeds, Done Dirt Cheap!

I recently had sex with a young lady here in Niagara Falls. I won't divulge her name, as that would be untoward and ungentlemanly in nature. The entire experience though, left me bewildered and scratching my head, as I realized that I am becoming pickier in my "old age."

This girl in question, and action, had all the physical attributes of the female that are commonly thought of as being desirable and when added up to whole, constitute a jolly good shag. Particularly in the "chesticle" area, I must say.
Now, I have never been what you would call a breast man. Though I wouldn't kick a girl out of bed for slapping me in the face with one during a middle of the night toss and turn. However, on this fateful and drunken night, I found out that some nicknames for the breast area do not sit well with this journalist.

During the "proceedings" with this particular girl, she took to calling her own breasts, and I quote, "titties." For example.
"How do you like these titties?"
"Suck on my titties!"
"You love these titties, don't you?"
...and so on.
From the second she started it - I didn't like it. I didn't like it one mother#$@* little bit. It seemed moronic and put on to me, like she were reading it out of a 1970's porno script. At one point I considered halting the entire affair all together and asking her to just fuck right off!
...but that seemed a bit rash in the end. I just finished up and pretended to make plans for the next day, you know, go to the zoo or something.
We both knew it was rhubarb.