This story is about my exwife, and takes place about half way through our marriage. My ex was a plumper, big tits (D or DD depending on the bra maker and her weight), and a nice big ass that she liked to have paddled. Green eyes, thick curly black hair (both on her head and
Sales, thought Jeff, is hell. This insight into the universe came to him on the 8:00 night flight to Chicago, a trip which had forced the cancellation of his annual Valentine’s Day date with his wife. With their dual careers, it was hard enough to get time together for a quiet evening, much less a