5, but no 10. She had lovely medium-size breasts, but certainly not the body of a Playboy playmate.But in some way I can't explain she was the sexiest... most desirable woman I had ever seen. In an instant I was imagining having her down on my table and burying my head between her thighs, or of laying her down right in the aisle and fucking her, of rolling her over on her hands and knees...Yet a moment later I was embarrassed, ashamed. I'd reacted just the way all the men she'd been complaining. Her survival and that of her younger brother depended on it. Her grandmother helped, but there was only so much the old lady could do. Florence grew up fast and hard. She learned to defend herself from the wicked men who simply couldn’t keep their hands off her, years before she should have been on their radar. She became a fighter, and a fearsome one at that. Her father’s old friend Laurence, a former member of Forces Armee D’Haiti ( the Haitian Armed Forces) taught her how to fight. It wasn’t. She was hot and had it going on, but she wasn't the best blowjob giver around. She lacked rhythm and was occasionally teethy and almost lazy. I could tell I was the first to receive fellatio from her and i always trying to get her more enthused, but we would just end up fucking anyway. When we fucked, I usually had to do a lot of the work but it was great finishing on her d cups. Sometimes we got out her pink dildo to make things more fun. The weird thing is, her mom gave her the dildo and they. It popped right open... no password needed, and there was a massive stream of texts. I couldn't believe my eyes: very specific sexual discussions and even pictures.. pictures of my wife's breast, her entire naked body and even closeups of her vulva! I followed the trail with the one and only contact: "Cpl4subbie". It seemed that my wife of ten years was exchanging text messages with a married couple in a town not-far-away who were interested in a submissive bi female.I didn't know my wife to be.