Skipper and his girlfriend, Arella created an account on my behalf. What so funny there was the not-so-original username they could ever come up with.
BritBond69. Seriously, who does that? The number 69 made it sound dirtier and naughtier to my fine personality.
Back to the fake blonde. I could see the evidence right before my very eyes—D cup to be precise. They jiggled when she giggled. It rhymed, huh?
I didn’t know if she did it on purpose to get attention from her date, or they just jiggled.
I wasn’t a boobman, but I knew women’s breasts if they were real or enhanced. I wondered if it felt uncomfortable when she ran on a treadmill. I thought they were pretty heavy, eh.
“Hey, you’ve been staring at my cleavage,” she flirted, and oh, they jiggled again.
I cleared my throat and smile
