People are always asking what my ex-wife looked like. I’ll tell you this, she was beautiful. Far out of my league. She was always the prettiest girl in the room. She turned heads. I saw the way the partners in the law firm looked at her. She was half-American and half-Indonesian (think Tia Carrere. Think of her Playboy shoot. That’s kind of what my ex-wife looked like. A vague resemblance, mostly in the face.) She had a dark complexion. Sexy, dark eyes. Long, dark hair that I loved. She was 5’ 5” and skinny. I could put my hands around her waist if I squeezed. She had a really nice ass, but I’m not an ass man.
I’m a breast man, and my ex-wife had large breasts. Beautiful D cups that overflowed every bra she wore. Full. Round. Firm. I loved to feel them pressed up against me when we had sex. I loved to watch them bounce when she was on top of me. Her nipples were fantastic! Dark. Pointy. Medium size areola. They were the perfect size for sucking. Rolling my tounge around. Because her breasts were heavy, they hung, which made her areola look long. They were probably two inched long and an inch wide. When her nipples were hard, you could see them through her shirt. (Don’t waste my time asking for pictures, because you’re not going to get them. And it pisses me off.)