When my wife does finally let me fuck her, in my mind I secretly imagine it was Pakou.It has been a few years since I have been fantasizing about my w...fe's best friend, Pakou. A young 25-year-old Hmong beauty, born and raised here in the state of Wisconsin. She just got married a year ago to her Hmong boyfriend which they had been dating for three years. I and my wife had attended the wedding.Even though Pakou is now married that didn’t stop me from fantasizing about her. She has got to be one. Finally, she was holding all of him.His eyes had been on her face all that time, but only then could he spare any attention to what he was seeing. She, too, seemed to have her attention inward, but she didn’t seem to be in any discomfort. Nor did she look like she had changed her mind. He kissed her lightly, not opening his lips.“I love you. May I move?”“Sure.” She seemed to have forgotten that this act would be impossible for her to bear, that she couldn’t marry him because this was. ... guessing, I would think them to be a very nice B-cup, or maybe a small C. I've noticed her nipples protruding under her shirt a few times, and dream of seeing them hardening before me.It was a rainy day where she lives. She loves the cloudy days, with a soft rain falling, one of those days when you just want to cuddle up. Where I am, it's warm and sunny, but not too warm. I too, love those cloudy days. We have, over the times, found that we have very much in common.But this day was. Her dress looked like undyed wool, gray and white in the dim light. It did not hug her figure but it was also not the baggy, featureless garb a lot of the women wear in the religiously conservative areas. One could see a Mennonite or Amish woman in such a dress and not think anything of it. She walked over to me and squatted, hands sweeping her dress around thin, strong legs. The dress also failed to conceal the fact that she had been blessed by the tit fairy. She wasn't porn star huge but she.