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."
I've lived here on The Poor Farm most of my life. Located in western Kansas, where the wind blows - supposedly the Dodge City weather station at the airport has the highest average wind speed in the CONUS. It would be the "sticks" out here if there were any trees, but I like it. I really like the spring - when it is calm, and the smell of the fresh wheat and other plants fill the air with a unique "green" smell. My real love is the fall, when the air is cooling and calm, when you breath the air it is like a drink of cool water. Speaking of cool water, my well produces some mighty good tasting stuff. It is hard water for sure - all the faucets have lime on them, but I'll take it over soft mossy smelling reservoir water from the city any day.
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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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