I used to be a big-boob fanatic. I only dated women with D-cups or bigger. Once, I dated this girl who had absolutely enormous breasts. Her bras were custom made tent size things. But, in the end I realized that what matters most is not what on the chest but what's in the mind.

Now, I'm more pleased by a nicely-shaped pair than by sheer sice alone. My wife has B cups and I couldn't be happier. Of course being able to titty-fuck helps, but is not essential. With smaller breasts it's easier when you lie down and she gets on top...