So a student walks in and I can't stop staring at her breasts.
No, they are fully covered. She's wearing a turtle neck. No, they are not remarkably large. She's a fairly petite girl. I think it had something to do with THE 1940's CROSS YOUR HEART BRA she must have been wearing. The type that forms your unsuspecting boobs into pointy flesh torpedoes. It was all I could do not to clutch my own chest and whimper an empathic 'ow'.
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