I'm a big woman, almost six feet tall, long-legged and well proportioned. My breasts are not large for my overall body size, but they're well formed a...d I'm by no means flat-chested. Men friends tell me I've got an "ass to die for." Nobody's actually died yet, but the men do seem to sigh a lot. I'm not revealing my sport or my nation of origin, because I wish to protect my identity. But I'm a Westerner, and I want to share an unforgettable experience I had last summer in Japan.Unlike many. “It was much easier to face a boss with a wall of pointy things behind me.”“True, but we’re still losing too many,” I nodded, catching my breath.“Yes, but so are they and they only have so many.”“Might have been different if all the bosses came at us at once,” I mused, frowning.“My theory, such as it is, is that they co-operate at a distance and want the others to judge their individual prowess in battle. Hence they come at us one or two at a time,” Truvia replied.“As good a theory as any,. .The next few weeks were more of the same with the sexual tension between Robert and myself building to a dangerously high level for a married woman.One day I went to the gym after a huge fight with my husband. After telling Robert about what had happened I couldn't hold back the tears and began to cry. Not wanting me to be embarrassed he took me into the office. As he closed the door I instinctively allowed Robert to give me a hug as he told me it was alright. As my head rested on his massive. His hand pulled out of my pussy and the blood raced out from his cock back to his brain. His eyes focused on mine as he slowly reconfirmed what he thought he had heard. They dropped to my breasts, covered by a loose blouse but impossible to hide. Then he saw the wet spot on my shorts. I gave him ten seconds to stare at me and then I pushed him onto his back."And for the last ten years, you've been avoiding every chance, every offer, every opportunity to make love to me" I said, dropping my.