Mistaken For A Gentleman
The perils of not looking at breasts Okay. So, you want to hear the whole story? Well, I guess it really started when Abby’s breasts arrived at Trent’s party a couple of weeks ago. Fashionably late, fashionably attired. Well, the kind of fashion I like – a summery floral dress, deep cut at the front, with plenty of cleavage and sideboob on display. Thin enough that it was clear that she had nothing on underneath, and clear that she didn’t need anything under...