I overheard a pair of teenaged girls while they were checking out the derrière of a valued customer at my local coffeehouse.
“Omigod. What. A. Cute. Ass.” said the brunette.
“Mmmm,” crooned the blonde as she nodded in agreement with a wistful look in her eyes.
They weren’t checking out my ass or anything — my taut and well muscled buttocks were firmly planted several seats away as I pretended to be engrossed in whatever mathematical gibberish lay before me.
What a riveting joyride into the psyche of a teenager.
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