When mom and dad are out walking about with their teenage-early 20s daughter, something I’ve noticed a lot is the way the daughter will ostentatiously flirt with me (not a teenager), even to the edge of vulgar leering, right under the noses of her parents. Some of the sloppiest, most provocative eye fucking I’ve received has been from barely legal babes wedged in between parents while out for a stroll.
(This is a good time to head off at the pass the usual cunterie of disingenuous, slanderous feminist fugs and their white knight manlet lapdogs: “barely legal” refers to teenage or very young-looking early 20s women who have assumed the full suite of secondary sexual characteristics and who possess a womanly form of narrow waist, pert tits, and firm ass that would excite any psychologically healthy man with a functioning libido.)
Why this is I can only guess. Maybe teen girls in the brightest bloom of their ripening womanhood feel a devilish compulsion to test the boundaries of their feminine power over older men when that power is at its zenith but still, ostensibly, under the authority of their parents. Freud was a crackpot but some of his insights have merit, and a Freudian take on this would say that the teenage nymphet subconsciously desires to exert the same power over high status men that she perceives her mother exerts over her father. She is “feeling her oats”.
Anyhow, as a matter of course, if the girleen is stunning enough to suit my tastes, I won’t hesitate to volley back a daringly lascivious smirk, maybe to unsettle her from her perch of power paid for by her parents’ presence, and then, as an orbed forewarning, meet her dad’s eye with a balefully shaming squint. It is required.