She is fair in color but medium sized body. So after few mins we logged out and continued to talk over the phone the next morning.We did text messagin... for few hours and then as the day progress we entered into the free zone and shared our personal life which includes the sex life.She opened up and said she is in need of sex very badly as her husband is not really interested to fuck her anymore and focuses more on drinking. I was so keen to know her boobs size and asked about it to which she. "Then why can't I wake up? I haven't woken up since I went to bed last night."Okay, now that threw me. "You haven't woken up since you went to bed? I've been running around with you all day. Awake." I'm beginning to think something's wrong with me. This whole missing soul and everything... " She seemed to be thinking more to herself than me."Whisper, you're soul's not... " I started.She snapped up, eyes flashing angrily, asking, "Who's Whisper? I'm not Whisper!"The anguish on her face was too. When all was said and done, Scotty got me $5.5 Million paid out over ten years. Scotty's cut was 10% and the rest was mine. We agreed not to sign any formal paperwork until the divorce was final, but the first day of my return to single status was the day I was set for life.I would never have to work another day if I didn't want to and considering how I felt about things those days, it was probably just as well. I quit my job and went back to my apartment-condo for some contemplation on my. But the scar I mean is at the top of my inner leg, beyond my sex. We all have legs, what's the big deal if everyone sees mine, even here?" I'll second that. But you're describing the top of your femoral artery. Rupturing that is near-certain death. Let's take a look; open up." Before she could say no, I added, "I expect you are healed, but I want to see it. Unless you are too shy?" Challenge accepted; she lifted her chin defiantly and opened her legs. "Lift your butt a second so I can see.