There was three right there near the port, pretty ladies with dark hair and flashing smiles, bare shoulders that left little to the imagination. Jeb’s eyes opened wide at the one of them, the short one, with a blouse that showed off her cleavage’s curves and a short skirt that revealed her creamy thighs.
Jeb ain’t never seen a woman’s thighs go up that high.
From Jeb the Farmboy