[villagebarrelmaker]

I have a number of great downblouse memories. I have spent a lot of time on the lookout for downblouse opportunities. One of the treats of life.

Here are a few successful events.

I went to Harvard. Like all colleges, I assume, one has to show one's backback to exit as one leaves the library, so security can confirm you aren't stealing books. Or, at least that's the way it was back in the Dark Ages when I went to school.

One afternoon I was leaving the library as a really hot girl was leaving. I hustled so I could get behind her in line and maybe flirt with her. I was so bummed when a less attractive girl got into line immediately after the hot girl, and in front of me.

As I was feeling sorry for myself, I watched as the less cute girl extended her right arm to open her backpack, so the security guy could do his inspection. Bonus! She was wearing a sun dress with no bra. Her small right tit and nipple fully popped into view through the armhole her dress. I'm sure this illustrates some important adage, like don't mope about spilled milk because new opportunities will present themselves.

When I was in high school, I worked in an office for a summer job. I can't remember the details now, but I recall someone asked me to move a desk, and I moved it with an attractive young woman at the office. It was during the hot summer. The young woman had to bend over to pick up the desk, and as she did so her incredible boobs basically fell out of her shirt and into sight. I remember feeling exhilerated and frustrated at the same time, because I remember it was so sweet I was resentful that I had to maintain my cool and pretend that this wasn't one of the greatest events of my life to that point!