She is just under six feet tall, but not gangly. She has a female figure, but keeps it generally covered up with golf shirts and sweatshirts and loose...slacks. She looks like a real Plain Jayne. And if her breasts have a cup size it must be something like A-minus because there is no visual evidence that she has any at all. She does wear a bra though. I have seen the straps under some of her lighter shirts. Maybe that is why she has the little bust line that she does!I moved my hand back up to. Her nipples which were well centered and currently pushing her shirt out in their need for attention would have been hard to look away from had it not been for her exposed cleavage between them. She walked up with a slight sway of her hips and while looking her husband straight in the eye put several $100 bills on the couch just out of my reach. He and I both watched intently as his wife pulled her dress up and over her head. She smiled a wicked smile, spread her legs, and stated her challenge. The hotel lounge had some Spanish flamenco guitar, and we lucked a nice corner booth, candle lit. By now she was definitely done, and the idea of me saying to retire early fell onto deaf ears. She nestled in closer, and started to relax to the hypnotic music, relaxing and rhythmic. It was something having this goddess, leaned up against me completely, head on my shoulder, breathing, giving me goose bumps. She had her hand on my leg, obviously thinking it was her husband, the son-in-law. I felt. “Two.”Amanda looked back at Riley.“He loves you. And you love him. Can you understand why that might bother me a little bit?”Riley turned back into an adult, before our very eyes.“Mom, we’ve both loved him for years and years. And he’s loved both of us all those years. He’d die to protect either one of us. Nothing has changed. Not that way. The only thing that’s changed is how that love is expressed. He’s yours. I know that. I know I’m going to go somewhere after I graduate, to college, or to a.