Here's a question all men have to one degree or the other:
Girls, what goes through your mind when we do what is natural to us -- look at you with admiration of the beauty of your bodies.
Exclude the obvious geeks and unpleasant bastards - I mean just in the normal course of daily life, we simply can't help ourselves. We always move for a better view; love looking down your cleavage, seeing that bit of lovely white bra, a glimpse of thigh, the trace of your panty line across a well padded bottom.
When you are aware of our doing that, what is going through your mind. Also, do we ever get away with pretending we aren't doing those things?
Girls, what goes through your mind when we do what is natural to us -- look at you with admiration of the beauty of your bodies.
Exclude the obvious geeks and unpleasant bastards - I mean just in the normal course of daily life, we simply can't help ourselves. We always move for a better view; love looking down your cleavage, seeing that bit of lovely white bra, a glimpse of thigh, the trace of your panty line across a well padded bottom.
When you are aware of our doing that, what is going through your mind. Also, do we ever get away with pretending we aren't doing those things?