Damn your boobs were pushed up and out of your shirt so far I tried my very best not to stare.
Every time I needed to look right (at every intersection) I held my breath and tried my best not to look at your tantalizing melons.
I remember when you came to the door, bent over and asked me if I had been waiting long, I cleared my throat and said no. After seeing those giant beer can crushers I would have waited all night and still said I had just pulled up.
This picture is not of her and is a random example of some of the serious distractions I have to deal with.
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