Almost had me eye out.
..If I'd turned round.

After some years holidaying in France, I have noted that breasts are more on display the further south you go. Normandy? Too cold. North Brittany, mostly in sheltered spots. South Brittany, mostly on rural beaches.

Then we went to the Cote d'Azur. Absolutely everywhere. All ages, shapes and sizes. No shyness (the woman playing beach volleyball with her son gave me pause for thought.) No personal space either. Like the Kate Moss alike who borrowed my shower gel on the beach. Or the girl who no-hands-poked me in the back in the queue for a water slide at Antibes. Last but not least, the (presumably) German who emerged from the sea at Les Issambres, looking like the Willendorf Venus, towing her husband by the cock.

didn't go there again.
(all my scars face forward possesses 2.5% of a hyperalloy combat chassis, Thu 6 May 2010, 18:02, Reply)