I was recently at my girlfriend's house for a barbecue when her mother came into the living room and offered me some small cookies for desert. As she leaned over, I noticed she was not wearing a brassiere. Quite the view, to say the least. My eyes were fixated on her breasts and she looked up to see me checking her out. She smiled, took my hand, and placed it on her breast. I told her I was getting excited and I think I am ready to have an accident. She smiled again and got up and walked back to the kitchen. Nice View. Nice Breasts.
— Andrew, 24