GRRR.
I was at a wedding last weekend, and as everyone was milling around having pre-dinner drinks I slipped off to a seat on the edge of the dance floor to feed my incredibly distractable baby.
So there I am, trying very hard to keep her focussed with eye contact, etc, since my boob is over the top of my strappy top and I'm feeling a little more exposed than my normal T-shirt wearing style and I don't want her to pop off and get milk on the velvet, when the DJ comes over and asks how old she is, says cute baby etc, all the while PEERING DOWN MY FRONT.
I'm sorry, MATE, but even if my baby's there does NOT make it OK to talk to my breasts. REEEPLUSIVE man. I would have slapped him if I hadn't been so busy looking down my own front.
I was at a wedding last weekend, and as everyone was milling around having pre-dinner drinks I slipped off to a seat on the edge of the dance floor to feed my incredibly distractable baby.
So there I am, trying very hard to keep her focussed with eye contact, etc, since my boob is over the top of my strappy top and I'm feeling a little more exposed than my normal T-shirt wearing style and I don't want her to pop off and get milk on the velvet, when the DJ comes over and asks how old she is, says cute baby etc, all the while PEERING DOWN MY FRONT.
I'm sorry, MATE, but even if my baby's there does NOT make it OK to talk to my breasts. REEEPLUSIVE man. I would have slapped him if I hadn't been so busy looking down my own front.









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sorry this happened