I totally remember my first real DB show. I was in 8th grade, and was dragged to a family portrait session at our church. The photographer was definitely not an attractive woman, probably mid-40s, overweight, trashy 80s hair...and a gaping blouse that opened wide to expose big cleavage and lucsious tits in a white bra every time she bent over to adjust something on the camera tripod. Which she happened to do remarkably often, looking back on the situation. Like I said, she was quite unattractive, and I felt really guilty being in church and surrounded by family. But I was 14, so of course I looked every single time...and of course I smiled wide for the camera. The portrait still hangs on my parents' wall, me with a big dopey grin and a pervy glint in my eye.
Guess I've been a DB fan ever since, though I've never seen much worth writing about. One great summer I worked in a crowded office with an uptight Asian girl who was always wearing sweaters and conservative necklines. But one of her shirts was just loose enough to fall forward as she sat at her desk, and when I found reasons to stand up at our shared workstation, I could sometimes see straight down into her bra, with a nice perky nipple at the tip of a well-shaped breast nestled against the B-cup fabric. With her attention on her computer, I could stand up to grab something off of the shelf above our desks and stand there "reading" for 3-5 minutes without fear of discovery. Always made my trip to work a bit more exciting, wondering if today would be a nipple-shirt day!