Strange how life runs out! As a great studio lawyer now doing pro bono work for the court I met an old girl; Well, I actually hoped she’d be my girlfriend in college.
Sally B was still gorgeous at 35 and I recognized her first and then when I said her name while sitting in my office laughed and said, TIMMY! I could never forget that beautiful body, and I guess she couldn’t forget a fat, lean girl. Then we shared the usual old-time stories. Who married, who divorced.
It was my graduation year in college when I took my first Big Black Cock. I remember the day vividly fixing in the mirror in the bathroom and smiling at what I was looking at. A beautiful face with full lips and blue eyes and a head full of big blonde curls. I was dressed in a new tight skirt that I had just bought and a lovely little canoe. How sad I was was wasting such a cute dress on a boring night at my friend Neena’s house. I had no bra on top and still my gorgeous tits hung perfectly with not a pinch of sag. I checked my hands in front of the shirt and over the nipples. I was so excited and stuck here with not a male in sight.
I knew soon I wouldn’t make her happy. Our sexual units seemed out of sync. When I was tired of work and I wanted to sleep, she wanted to have sex. When I was rested and ready, he was in a mood less and less often.
When I left school and worked full-time (two jobs), and she was finishing school, our social lives were very different. My social life turned around e-mail to my friends and family, 2000 miles away. My day off every week was spent with her and her family - church and dinner. He spent the evenings with his friends, presumably being the “sensitive” as they drank and pursued men. He also spent many weekends out of town with his school clubs and visiting his mother.
My wife is a beautiful woman, with long hair and red ardents and green crystal eyes. Her name is Karen and she has long legs. Its figure is perfection with full and solid tits of 39" requiring a D-cup bra. Its hips measure 39" also but there is no fat ounce on them. He’s got a softer, tighter, rounded ass you’ve ever seen. Although its wide flanks give her a big ass, her small 24" life ends with her hourglass figure.
When I left the University I had a degree in photography, and I was looking forward to becoming a full-time professional. What I didn’t count was that for every job, there were at least twenty qualified candidates. And my sex was definitely an obstacle, too, as they seemed to favor male photographers. I became desperate and desperate, then I met Tish..
She was a model coming and we became fast friends. She suggested I should take some glamorous pictures of her and try to sell them to men’s magazines. He thought being a woman was a resource in glamorous photography. I hired a studio and while Tish changed I set up the dressing room dressed in jeans and a shirt, but it was a very different Tish that came out. Talk about sexy, black fishnet stockings, black lace panties, a suspender belt frilly lacy and high heel shoes, a long string of pearls around her neck, dazzling on her breast. “I like it?”, she purified, waving her lips while she walked through the room. “Do you think they’re sexy enough?” I whistled in the appreciation. She was really a beautiful woman with soft breasts, and a sweet smell. If I were a man, I would have jumped on her right there and then. God!