Kelly asked us if we liked the thigh-high boots she was wearing. We shamefully admitted that, once we regained our strength, we had to go back and make a concerned effort to look at her boots. Because we sure as shit didn’t see them the first time around! Come on, have you seen her tits in (and out of) this black bra? What red-blooded man would notice boots when confronted with those puppies? But, being gentlemen, we went back and looked at her boots. And told her they were nice. Because, while we don’t care about what’s on her feet, we wanted Kelly to be happy and if that meant saying we liked her boots, no problem.
