Every move she made added to my growing imagination of what I would like to do to her.
The indecision did not really matter – regardless of what contained them, they looked great from my seat. Sometimes they appeared to act independently, other times they appeared to work in tandem. I tried, but failed, to decide whether they were enclosed in a bra or not. Throughout her talk, all I could see were her boobs bouncing up and down inside her blouse. Malone, my English teacher, had just completed her lecture on contemporary American literature.
