It seems like in my younger days my girlfriends and I would do everything half clothed. Tops were always being flung off as we danced around in our underwear to Prince. It seems like most of our summers were spent this way. So It's only natural that we knew who has the funny freckle, the largest size or smallest, the perky ones and/or the ones that tanned well. We all knew each other's breasts pretty well and yet we never put much thought into them. They were just along for the ride.