I'm 68 and remember the joy of imagination. I'm talking about a young lady dressed attractively not showing everything at the first glance. There was a lot for the imagination involved back then. The miniskirt came and maybe you would catch a glimpse of something once in a while. Then the micro-skirt came and you could maybe catch a better glance for a split second. The imagination was a big part of the game. Sitting in the college library getting a peek under the tables, or at a restaurant. In grade school I came around a corner and bumped a girl in the chest. Her bra was dented since the tissues in there didn't fluff up again. Later on a school trip she and a friend sat in front of us and reclined their seats and I and friend saw the tissues in the bras.
AND I can't forget the fight between the new tramp and the old tramp in grade school. The old tramp was trying to pull the blouse off the new tramp to show the boys the fakes hiding in the bra.
Now at the first glance you know it all. The size of the vulva, how big the breast are. Yeah she has the equipment. Blah blah blah.
For any young ladies here, remember if you have implants you will never be able to go into space because your boobies might explode. Of course they might also get larger in a plane at 30,000 feet.'
Ooh! I just remembered the stewardess uniforms!!!!!!
Of course the beaches in Rio and Sydney were also something to be remembered. I tease my wife about the dark bronze tans in Rio, and the lighter bronzes in Sydney.
I feel truly sad for the young men today missing the excitement and mystery of yesteryear.