Fashion statement

I’m really glad that the latest button-down, cover-up trend in fashion has not hit this college town yet. I’m not a very dedicated follower of fashion, but I’ve heard that midriffs are out and modesty is back. But so far, the coeds around here are still flashing a lot of flesh. (Interesting how the porn industry and media have changed the meaning of ‘coed’ from the innocent and novel concept of college girls in the ‘50s to the sex-crazed and free-spirited sluts of the last 20 years – almost as dirty as ‘schoolgirl.’)

It may take another fashion season or two before the shades are drawn, but until then I’ll revel in the short shorts and long, still tanned legs, short skirts and short shirts. Nothing keeps my blood flowing to the right places more than shapely legs showing all the way up to the soft little bulge at the top of the thigh inches from a barely covered pussy; or a thin swishy skirt barely hanging on to a nicely-shaped ass with a thong strap and maybe a tailbone tattoo showing; or an exposed oval womb hinting at the ripe mons below. As one of my old philosophy teachers, a Catholic priest, used to say, "Ever since man has left the womb, he has been trying to get back in."

I have to keep my cool through it all. I’ve learned to glance and memorize so I won’t appear to be the lecherous old man that I am. I just add those images to my memory files for later retrieval and use at the appropriate times.