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Hedonistic musings from the rural point of view
We do not rent pigs
Well, feed the French and kill the Germans
You made my sphincter eat my underpants

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And yet her eyes are Up There.
She doesn't understand, I am shy and a gentleman and I was taught not to stare at breasts but consider them as part of the whole woman. So when I go to a bank, department store, diner or in public if there is too much for me to ignore exposed for my discomfort or her pleasure - I am at a complete loss about what to do. I don't return to do business with that woman dressed that way.
I have to admit that when confronted with this situation, I just discreetly sneak a peek, try to keep my focus, and talk and look at her face (mostly).
That's why they developed cleavage. It's like that special paper they use to determine whether a substance is acidic or basic.
Of course, sometimes the cleavage is not a true indicator, since the bearer is clueless of the reaction. In those situations, you just act as though you're not really looking and make some comment like: "Oh, I thought your name tag said your name is Karen."
"You don't have a name tag?"
"Are you sure?"
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