Her hips were broad, womanly, and her ass was soft and rounded as two melons. Her legs were long and white, with the tone and musculature of a born da...cer, a ballerina, and sported long, graceful feet. Neither could you fault Deborah. She was the typical red head, also with skin of cream, but freckled and teasing in aspect. She had a short nose that often was in the air, and her hair was curled naturally all over her head, and cascading down her back. Her breasts were soft and rounded, like two. He was a patriotic American, but liking a foreigner was hardly treason. He wondered what would get her to give it up.One day, however, he noticed her reading a copy of Jean-Paul Sartre's "Existentialism And Human Emotions", one of his favorite philosophy books. He was really into philosophy and he just knew that she was a like- minded woman."Fascinating book, isn't it, Miss Brock?" he finally spoke up, scaring her a little since she hadn't seen him behind her.He had earned the nickname "The. The judge is through there."We thanked her and went to the judge's chambers and were married. We kissed emotionally when offered the chance. The judge said, "Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Andrews. I know the risks but hope your marriage is long and happy." I shook his hand and Jane gave him a hug. We thanked him and left for Wally World.We picked out a few more outfits for Jane's camping wear and some minor things that I needed generally. I went over to the sporting area and purchased more. I had to ask the question."So what is your number?"She said, "I don't want you to think bad of me, though."My reply: "Your number couldn't be any higher than mine."She said, "I think it's somewhere between fifty and seventy-five!"Wow, I was surprised I never knew she was so horny. But it excited me.I had never been with a woman that had been fucked by so many guys. That only made me more curious. I wanted to know about some of them. I wanted to hear her best stories of fucking. Not the duds..