Trunks turn Bob on

Bob is currently watching a television show. In it, there is a girl sitting in the trunk of the car. I would say trapped if she was, but she isn’t exactly. She knows the driver of the car, and they were trying to escape. But, the car was lifted into the air, and now they are stranded. Every now and then they will show a shot of the girl in the trunk (who is new on the show).

It is very confined in there, as you might imagine, and the camera always shoots down towards her from the region of her head, but very close up. This girl is wearing... let us just say that it most definitely is not a turtle neck. And, as is made glaringly evident, her breasts are very nicely sized. Bob thinks that they are right on the line of being large, but not too big. Bob doesn’t like huge, what he calls “boobs.” Not ones so big that if the woman in question wasn’t wearing a bra they’d hang down to her waist. No, he doesn’t like those. He thinks this woman’s “boobs” are large without being too large. As a conscience, I really could not tell you one way or the other.

Anyhow, Bob is trying to not look at her breasts, of which I am very proud. Part way through the show, he just decided that they were too prominent to ignore. Very nicely sized, and the way they were situated in the shot... oh, they really made his penis stand up.

I tried to convince him to think about what was going on in the show and how she could possibly die, but to no avail. All he could think about was the girl’s breasts.