Alfie's jaw was still sort of hanging open as he shook his head from side to side. No, that wasn't stupid at all. Those were breasts. Yep. He definitely knew what those were. And suddenly, they weren't even in a bra any more. They were just like hanging out in her shirt. Alfie could feel his body temperature sky rocket, and he had to make it a point to keep his hands over his crotch. Not now, you damn thing. NOT NOW!
"It's... It's.... It's...... wow." Was that how she was going to look like in a few years? Was that what he had to look forward to? He was going to need more than two hands to cover himself up for sure then. And of course, he couldn't ask any questions even if he wanted to, because his brain was long gone, and his mouth had conveniently left too. He didn't mean to stare or drool or any of that stuff. But he was sure of one thing. There was no amount of mental scrubbing that could take away this memory of Laney.