Braless Women 28

Once upon a time, I could go to a street festival and just enjoy myself. I could walk around, eat a corn dog, say hello to a few folks, you know just take it easy. Now, not so much. Now I have to drink a lot of beer, which makes my belly even bigger. And I have to wear my mirrored sunglasses and check out all the women. You could put me in a festival in the middle of Alaska in January with every chick bundled up like a sled dog, and I would still be panting every time I caught a glimpse of the slightest womanly mound. This is the scourge of getting older and more perverted. You just can help but look.

These two chicks, godblessem, are stomping around a street festival in tight little dresses made of super-thin almost not there material and of course (whamo!) they are braless. If I did happen to pass by one of these chicks as I walked along, I would probably hyperventilate and fall down and have some type of coniption fit. Slobber, thobbing of the groin, you know what I mean. They have to be doing this on purpose. You don’t go out in public like that unless you want guys (and maybe gals) staring at your nips.