Candace Cameron Bure Refused To Apologize For Posting A Photo Of Her Husband Grabbing Her Titty

September 11, 2020 / Posted by:

Candace Cameron Bure did a whoopsies and offended her target audience (Christian moms) with a photo of her husband, 46-year-old former hockey player Val Bure, squeezing her right titty. I know, it’s a shocking move on Val’s part, because the left boob is usually bigger, better, rounder, stronger. Cameron initially posted the pic to her Instagram Story with the caption “classic Val *He approved this post”, before deleting it due to the backlash.

According to 44-year-old Candace’s enraged fans, a conservative woman of Jesus/mom of three shouldn’t be posting such vile imagery. What’s next, a nude video of her doing the WAP dance?! Candace was close to issuing an apology, but she prayed on that shit and changed her mind.

In a series of since-deleted videos on her Instagram story, CCB said (via Page Six):

“For all of the Christians that are questioning my post with my husband’s hand on my boob — my husband of 24 years — thinking it was inappropriate, it makes me laugh because it’s my husband. We have so much fun together

“He can touch me any time he wants, and I hope he does,” she continued. “This is what a healthy, good marriage and relationship is all about.”

ANY. TIME. HE. WANTS. At church. On live television. Even during their daughter’s wedding toast. These two are as kinky as they are pious, and they don’t wanna hear from any sanctimonious naysayers who oppose consensual titty grabs. Candace went on to say:

“I’m sorry if it offended you — I’m actually not sorry,” she said with a laugh. “I’m glad we have fun together after so many years. He can touch me all day long.”

Then she reposted the image to her Stories with an added caption of “Just a refresher of said post WINKY EMOJI”:

Hey, if it feels good, do it!

Despite her whole Christian Republican thing, I’ve had a little soft spot for DJ Tanner ever since I served her coffee waaay back in 2010. It was my first day on the job, and obviously I’d lied on my resumé about having barista experience. So when DJ ordered a decaf cappuccino, I fucked it up literally four times. But she was so nice! And pretty! After I finally handed her something resembling a cappuccino (burnt foam in a cup), it dawned on me I hadn’t used the decaf espresso. But it was too late. Deej took a nice long sip and said, “Delicious! Thanks, sweetie!”, before walking out of my life forever.

Sigh, For all I know, Cameron Cameron Bure didn’t sleep that night. Or ever again. Hell, maybe the only thing preventing her from fainting from exhaustion is her husband’s hand on her boob. And that’s a regret I’m forced to live with until my dying day.

Pic: Instagram

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