My friend David's older sister Leslie was one of the group. She was stacked. I was 12.

We had this game we'd play where I'd walk up to her and repeat the line from the then-current Allstate ad: "We're the good hands people." While doing so, I'd mimic the hand gesture as well, bringing my hands up in front of me, cupped, right to where her boobs were. She'd run away, giggling.