Christmas is over and Santa did not grant my wish. I was hoping for a harem full of ladies who shameless glam’d it up all day and night with no bra and no fear. It does something for me, what can I say. I went to a Christmas part a week ago and there was this untouchably hot milf there with this low cut blouse and no bra. Nearly brought me to my knees. I was actually so discombobulated that I fell into an unheated swimming pool. Well, that might’ve had something to do with the alcohol too. She had consumed a bit of wine herself, and had nice rosy cheeks. I think she had been on vacation lately, because I could see just a hint of a tan line. Here’s some amateur pokies for ya.

This chick is looking cool with her big block shades on and her nips poking out of her gray blouse. I think her sweater is meant to cover up her prominent areolae, but wouldn’t you know it plans just didn’t work out. I think there is some window shopping going on, thank you mr shopping god for your divine intervention and distraction. That little slice of skin above her skirt is very interesting. I think I can kind of see some black lace panties riding up in one of those pictures. Makes my head spin. The way she sticks her hand down her skirt makes me think of Al Bundry in Married With Children. Remember how he would sit down on the couch to watch TV and stuff his hand down his pants? Except she makes it look a little sexy when she does it…

Hey, look – I don’t know, okay? I know a bunch of you are going to ask twelve thousand questions when you see this post, so let me head things off at the pass.

I do not know why all these women are dancing around.

I do not know where we an buy tickets to this nutso festival.

I don’t know why everyone’s nipples are poking out.

I don’t know if you can technically call those bras; I’m using my artistic license to say they qualify for inclusion here on everybody’s favorite website.

I don’t know what that might be in the crotch of the one lady’s shorts. It looks… mean, whatever it is. But much like an accident on the side of the road, or inadvertently surfing past WWE Smackdown, or semi-accidentally catching a glimpse of my neighbor changing clothes through the mostly closed blinds of her sunroom window, I can’t really seem to look away. I hear this humming in my ears, and most of my thoughts cease to exist when I lock in on that area. Kind of weird.