I woke up today thinking about Holly Willoughby.  Why?  I have no clue, it isn’t like I get a lot of opportunity to see her so it isn’t like I can claim I saw her on TV or something.  She was just… there.  I think you’re supposed to notice her chest when you’re thinking about her but what I notice as I think about her is just how pretty she is.  She is pleasant to look at and I mean that in a non lecherous way, though obviously I am down with lecherous gazing at her as well.  It’s all in her smile and the way it lights up her face I think.  My friend told me she thinks of Holly Willoughby as wholesome looking.  It’s odd because I found myself agreeing and it doesn’t make a lot of sense given she’s known for showing a lot of cleavage a lot of the time.  But that’s the interesting thing about that smile.  It’s fun, it’s cheerful, so there is no chance you could believe she’s anything but nice and fun to be around but it also seems to strip away any sort of guile or premeditation.  It means sure, her breasts might fall out but that probably just happened, she didn’t plan it, she just got dressed while whistling show tunes and fixing her family breakfast or something.  Even though you know that’s not true, the shows she’s on, the things I’ve heard her say, she obviously knows what her body does to people.  But she seems so sweet and kind and wholesome.  So I think that’s her appeal, some sort of twisted Madonna/Whore thing where someone can look like that but it’s ok because she’s a good girl?  I don’t know, this is what I think about when I wake up early with someone on my mind.  Whatever the base cause, obviously today I want to fuck Holly Willoughby.