Cleavage
by David Russo
I just stared at Stacy's breasts.
Actually, I stared at the letter "Y" that formed at the crest of her shirt. At some point, she probably asked me a question and I probably didn't answer. Eventually her eyes were directly across from mine and remained there for a few seconds before I came to.
"Dennis," she started "exactly what the fuck are you looking at?"
"Your tits" I replied.
Pauli would have had a field day.
Actually, I stared at the letter "Y" that formed at the crest of her shirt. At some point, she probably asked me a question and I probably didn't answer. Eventually her eyes were directly across from mine and remained there for a few seconds before I came to.
"Dennis," she started "exactly what the fuck are you looking at?"
"Your tits" I replied.
Pauli would have had a field day.
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This makes me laugh. Short and sweet and a very simple. Nice job.
Thank you, Drew!
simple, sweet and sensible. the truth, that is. i think i'm having a field day, too. well done, dennis. david, sorry.
At least he's honest, right? A lotta guys wouldn't admit that they'd been caught staring.