So that was the story as to why she came home braless.The next Friday it was more of the same however this time it was guess the colour of Wendy's bra...and the size of knickers. Again fairly inebriated Wendy was cajoled into opening her shirt sat at the bar so the could ogle her big boobs nestling in her balcony bra. This was greeted with whoops of laughter and applause. Wendy thought it was hilarious too and went along with the idea that she should slide her knickers down under her skirt and. Still that was a whole different kettle of fish from hearing the details of her new life, or God forbid, having to see or talk to her. When Cindy made the arrangements to fly down there, she assured me I wouldn't have to see "my ex."I know that there are some men who want to keep up with their ex-wives. That wasn't me! If I thought about seeing Lorelei, it was as if my mind saw a door filled with grey fog, like you might see in a slasher movie. Or perhaps what those old mapmaker thought lay. ” She kissed him softly on the neck and put her head into his chest. At the touch of her lips, he could feel himself rising again, and tried to fight it. She could feel his head poke her in the small of her stomach and she smiled to herself. She hadn’t lost him. Not yet anyway. She looked up in his eyes and reached for the towel. She pulled it off his hips and it dropped to the floor. His cock sprung out, rigid and full from behind the curtain.She slowly bent down on her knees and looked at his. That for me is the perfect male bicep size for me now. The muscles covered in tight, smooth, chocolate brown skin, of course!When his shirt comes off, there have to be perfect muscles, from his shoulders all the way down to his waist. Muscle after beautiful muscle after HOT muscle, all under perfect dark brown flesh.And as I already said, thick hard yummy cock under those pants. But also strong sinewy runner’s muscles all up and down his legs. Strong enough to hold my legs and ass when I’m on.