A million years ago, when I was a skinny ballerina in a class with other 20 something skinny ballerina types, we had this father that would ALWAYS insist on picking up his
kids from the class before ours.
We quickly learned
a. Tha he always spoke to our chests
b. Just to cross our arms as a group when he walked in the room.
c. Cup size has nothing to do with it.
yuck. I love kids but not like THAT.
Well, there is always that sicko who prefers underdeveloped (underaged, if need be) women because he is insecure in his own manhood.