Glancing across the rows of SEXploitation cards, Jim's eye was drawn to one whose cover was graced by the image of what he thought must be the physical embodiment of feminine sexuality.
"WOW," Jim thought to himself, "this girl is everything Sharon isn't!"
Jim stared intently at the card, mouth wide open, for nearly 10 minutes. He just couldn't tear his eyes away from the busty model on the cover. She was standing with her back to the camera, turned in such a way that you could see her heart-shaped ass, long tanned-legs that were barely covered by her 8" miniskirt, breasts the size of volleyballs, and lips that just beckoned him. Her blond hair flowed like honey down her back to the crest of her perfect ass. Jim wasn't even aware that anyone like this ever existed!
Jim finally snapped out of his trance and walked up to the counter to pay for the card.
The cashier, a petite red-head with a nice rack, smiled when she saw the card Jim picked.
"Let me guess... It's your girlfriend's birthday?" she said playfully, then added laughingly, "I bet you never even opened the card did you?"
Jim realized that she was right, and blushed the realization. "No," he said meekly, "I didn't."
"Don't sweat it," she said with an almost invisible smirk, "I know you both will enjoy it!"
Jim paid for the card and left the store, the blood beginning to recede from his face a little. He glanced once more at the goddess-like woman on the cover of the card, admiring the way her huge breasts still stood out proud and firm.
Reading the card, Jim decided it was pretty cheesy and wondered if he should pick up another gift before he left the mall. After some deliberation, he decided
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