This lady had to make an adjustment. I can’t really stand to watch baseball on TV. It’s boring, American pastime or not. Plus, the guys are all out there yanking and pulling on their johnsons. I realize it may itch, or be in a bad position, or whatever, but seriously you don’t have to be digging in your crotch constantly – have a little self-discipline. It’s exceedingly rare however to see a lady working a boob around. Maybe she had technical difficulties, maybe she had a nip that was getting a little friendly and peeking over the edge, or maybe she had her wallet tucked in there and it shifted too far to easily be reached.
To the delight of her groupies at the party, this young lady has carefully removed her bra. What will she do with it? Nobody wants to carry a purse to a party, and she is probably wearing jeans that are too tight to allow her to stuff it in her pocket. If she carefully places it on the corner of the coffee table, one of her drunken fratboys is sure to whip out his iphone and snap a photo of it, likely with the size tag exposed. They may later tack it up in the frathouse bathroom with a caption that reads: Laura is a 34C, call 555-1212 for verification.
Lose the skullie. That’s what I say. The black leather jacket I can live with, especially if you’re naked underneath. And certainly if that zipper has roughed up your nipples and made them adopt a 4-hr erection period much like a viagra experiment gone awry.