buttcrack at store
Hi. Today, I was at a store wearing low-rise jeans and a T-shirt that only came down to my waistband. When I got out of my car in the parking lot, I noticed my shoelace had come undone; I squatted down, and my pants slipped down a bit, revealing seven inches of my butt crack. A few people watched me retie my laces while my crack was exposed; once I finished tying them, I stood up and pulled my pants back up a little.
Once inside, I squatted down a few times to look at items I loved—showing about ten inches of skin this time—and pulled my pants up a bit, though not all the way. I went to the meat aisle and squatted down, revealing twelve inches; a woman walked past me looking disgusted, then tapped me on the shoulder to tell me my butt crack was showing and that I should get a larger pair of pants. I apologized and pulled my pants up.
Once inside, I squatted down a few times to look at items I loved—showing about ten inches of skin this time—and pulled my pants up a bit, though not all the way. I went to the meat aisle and squatted down, revealing twelve inches; a woman walked past me looking disgusted, then tapped me on the shoulder to tell me my butt crack was showing and that I should get a larger pair of pants. I apologized and pulled my pants up.
