I said I will leave now but she insisted that I stay back. She started searching for her clothes in the wardrobe beside the bathroom door. Her big ass...inside the partially wet Langa gave me goose bumps. Her waist is open but her back is covered with the towel. While searching for her clothes she took her left hand off the towel. As the towel fell loose from her body, I clearly saw her left breast hanging from the side. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It is round and big.After finding her clothes,. I stared in awe at her perky boobs, for what they lacked in size they made up for in..well..perfection. The look in my eyes, plus my difficulty with her bra must have clued her in, because she soon lifted my chin to look at me."Is this your first time Andrew?" she asked. I hesitated, but decided that there would be no use in lying. I nodded, and she smiled and bit her lip again. "I'll make this special then" she finally said, and she lifted my shirt off of my body. She then got up from her. My husband of fifteen years had left me for a guy. Yes, can you believe it? He preferred cock over me. Of course, he said he had found the love of his life with the guy from the gym. Dark skinned, toned and probably had a dick the size of a small child’s arm.Anyway, after the degrading experience of finding out my husband was gay, I tried to look at the bright side of it but didn’t find that side. Drinking, sobbing and signing up to dating sites was my remedy. It didn’t work, I gave up the. What was going on in Fran mind this day, as the smell from her armpits and even vaginal cleft began to reach her nostrils, was her fantasizing about her fate as she began to identify with the character she was playing, a High School Junior in a British All-Girls' Public School where the strap and cane were standard tools of discipline and where the strict rules meant the sexiest girls were the ones most often punished. Disciplined sometimes with their skimpy skirts pulled way up and their.