My wife is not a perfect size, her tits do not point straight up. Her legs and ass are not muscular and she does not look like she is 21 years old. She is real, 41 years old, her legs are a little thicker and her butt has filled out nicely and those big tits
I banged on the door one more time hard and it was opened by Rob himself, he looked pained when he saw it was me standing there and even worse when he saw Joc my mate standing next to me. “What do you want? We where about to go out to d- diner,” he stammered
My husband and I have most things in common but not my love for techno music, dancing and raves. So for almost the first three years of our relationship, I experienced those things without him. When I went to raves, which was about every other weekend, it was a girls’ night out. He was cool
“I’ll be there at 8, be ready,” and I hung up, that’s all that needed to be said with Wendy. It started as a way for her to pay her husband’s gambling debts but after one month we all knew they where hooked. Her husband was such a wimpy man that before I came along