YES!
Ok?
Yes, I looked!
How could I not?! They were so perfect and round and firm looking, I couldn't help myself, I had to look.
I didn't mean it, I really didn't, I tried to avoid them I tried to look away I really did but my eyes were drawn to the open cleavage. My eyes, my beautiful eyes have been perverted to evil.
She bent towards me to open the drawer in front of her and it happened. I wanted to look away but my brain kept saying
"uh-uh, not this time bucko, we are going to look."
Before I knew it, there they were displayed like prized ornaments; the most perfect, tanned, firm looking breasts you could imagine.
Don't get me wrong, my girl has the most perfect ones I've ever seen and I love them and I adore her but . . . omg, these were so inviting!
Why, oh why did she have to leave her top open like that? WHYYY!!!????
Of course, she caught me and that just makes me feel worse. I hate shopping. Bah Humbug!
