HELLO!! Ladies dont grasp at their breasts in public, geddit??

I was having lunch just now with Papa and Gordon. Halfway through, a few people came in.

The last that walked in was a VERY tall lady, bout 5' 10" or so. Quite slender, fair-skinned, long dyed hair with curls at the ends, in skin-tight capri pants and a spaghetti-strapped top. She's quite good looking, therefore getting quite a few lecherous looks from some of the male diners there just now; much to the displeasure of the wives and to her glee.

Even hubby threw her a few glances and commented on her height. The rest of her friends were about her height too, and they were all very well dressed. Those that spell DESIGNER from head to toe. All males and fair an 8 out of 10 in the looks department. So, you can imagine what a commotion the group caused when they entered the restaurant.

I was busy feeding Gordon, so, didnt give her much attention though i'd say she's quite cun. Who wouldn't be with all those make-up on her face. But who needs so much make-up in broad daylight? Why cant i be just 2 inches taller than my present height? Life's so unfair. Only one size runs in my family. "M"; Mini and Maxi. I'm Mini.

She walked past me with the smell of her perfume trailing behind her all the way to the back of the restaurant. Frankly speaking, i wouldnt be using that. Where got people still use Fahrenheit one? The cockroachy musk did not go well with my olfactory system and i sneezed as she walked past our table. Excuse me.

Lunch went on as usual. The group was seated at the end of the restaurant whilst we were somewhere in the middle. They were quite a loud bunch. Talking and laughing as if they owned the restaurant. The loud voices of the men obviously drowned that of the lady.

In between feeding Gordon, i noticed the lady kept grasping unabashedly at her bra as if to move her breasts into place the whole time whilst they were chatting away. Oh, please. Stop that! Especially in the presence of men. Certainly a very unlady-like gesture on her part. I wouldnt. Not even in front of my girlfriends. If the bra doesnt fit, then go and buy new ones. No lady in her right state of mind would be caught dead fiddling with her bra in public.

We were having desert when the restaurant door opened and another guy walked in. He looked around the restaurant. I guess his eyes need time to adjust to the sudden darkness of the restaurant.

A man's voice called out from the back of the restaurant. The lady stood up slightly and waved her hand at the guy; gesturing at the guy to their table. That's when i saw it. ARMPIT HAIR!! All of it in full glory of my view. And my, those hands. SO BIG!! And that manly voice belonged to her.

OH MY GAWD!! It suddenly dawned on me. It's a HE!!

That explains the choice of perfume. The body-language. And the reason as to why i didnt hear the voice of a lady speaking. There are just so many things that surgery cant take care of. The state of mind, those dead give-away big hands, and the voice.

Those breasts must be newly acquired ones. Therefore; she he needs time to get used to having them stuck at her his chest. So much more to learn. I think it's gonna be a long time before he finally becomes the woman of his dreams. And please, i beg of you. SHAVE YOUR ARMPITS!!

Hubby lost his appetite.