Stepping out of the shower, she grabbed a towel and proceeded to dry herself. Glancing down at her watch, she saw that she needed to hurry and tripped...back into her bedroom and went about dressing.Bending down, sending her big, soft breasts into paroxysms of jiggling, wiggling dances, she picked up her panties and quickly pulled them up her long, statuesque legs. Tugging on the high cut panties, she was satisfied with the way they covered her womanhood with their soft sheerness. Watching her. The fiery passion that consumed me the first time I kissed my wife has continued to burn for thirty years. Like any marriage, we have had our ups and downs, but I need only think of her to remember that passion. I love my wife. I know cold. It has been almost a year since my wife was kicked in the abdomen by a horse, and it has been a long recovery for her. We went from actively enjoying sex whenever we wanted to a year of near celibacy. I live with a cold fear that I will do something stupid.. "Just thought I'd do the right thing and give you something pleasant to gaze longingly at during the long and tedious drive."She smiled and studied me slowly from my eyes, down past chest, my stomach and my legs, and then slowly trailed her eyes back up again. My heart rate began to quicken. "And why would I want to gaze at your body?"I shrugged, and smiled knowingly. I was beginning to like the fact I was dressed so revealingly. At the risk of sounding cocky, I'm no slouch physically, and my. The below story is as factual as I can tell it, from the way Jason tells it........ Paula was the fattest chick Jason ever slept with. She was so fat that her tummy would hang down to her knees and wobble from side to side when she walked, just like a mass of quivering blubber. The story starts on a hot July day in 1998, it was about 91 degrees fahrenheit or 33 degrees celsius. After finishing cleaning around her house Paula walks into the kitchen and pours herself a glass of coke, then walks.