I start touching yourself over my pants, drifting off into fantasy while I look at the back of their heads, remembering how they look, their big breas...s hiding under their summer dresses.One of them stand up, turn around and we make eye contact. She smiles but I am so embarrassed I avert my eyes. "Don't want to seem creepy, that will ruin my chances. Oh god that was probably creepy, it's over. I'll spend the festival alone." I panic.Before my train of though finish I notice she's standing over. Straightening my body, I lifted my head high, stared at Rosetta and walked confidently towards her.The thirty-five feet or so took forever, but she never took her eyes from my swinging hips and smoldering shoulders as I sauntered over to her.I casually deposited my coat over the barstool just in front of her and I watched as she took a lingering sip of her drink. The way she pulled the olive from the empty glass and separated it from the stick using her lips aroused me. Within seconds another. He was completely aroused. When he and his wife come over we are all in swimsuits, just hanging out. One Saturday, Dave and his wife came over. Dave;s wife, Abby has smaller boobs but a great butt (that I got to grab, but that's another story). After a margarita, Abby had to leave for a baby shower. So Dave Kathy and I just hung out at our pool. Kathy said she was hot so she jumped in the pool. Dave and were relaxing as Kathy was swimming and he said something like, "Gawd, I see her in that. The images fit with one another more through illusionscreated by clever juxtapositions and through a witty positioning of theobjects than otherwise, and the eye, although initially fooled intoseeing a unity among these independent and discrete parts (which, inreality, are not, and cannot be, the components of a whole) realizesthat, in fact, there is no unity and seeks to learn, by scrutinizingthe objects and their relationships to one other, the method of thetrick. Once again, the breasts are.