This beautiful woman is not just my wife, she is also my best friend, and confidante and I truly believe she is my soul mate. I know that sounds corny...and a little pretentious, but that doesn’t make it any less true. I know she will always be there for me and has proven in the past that she will stand by me no matter what stupid thing I have done – believe me, there have been quite a few. Having said all of this, I’ve noticed some changes over the last few months that have given me reason to. Jesse scalded the now empty milk buckets and hung them on pegs for the next milking in the evening."Well, damn," he exclaimed, as he walked out of the barn and into what seemed like a solid wall of falling snow. With an unerring sense of direction, he turned a sharp sixty degrees as he left the barn door and headed toward the house. If the wind had started to shift around he would have been in trouble. A shifting wind blew falling snow in ever changing directions and confused a person's sense. Her waist was tapered and her stomach was firm and flat, showing no signs that she had given birth to not one but two children, and the faux diamond that hung from her belly button flashed in the light. Her breasts were rounded and full, hovering just at a 35C cup in size, and showed only a little sag. Her nipples were small and pert, surrounded by small, pale areolas."Now what do you say we get down to business?" she said as she pulled his tank top up his body and over his head. Thomas lifted. She wore a low cut, tight, sleeveless, black top that revealed a healthy portion of cleavage. She wore dark blue jeans that also fit tight over her ample hips. Her blond, shoulder-length hair was pulled back tight to her head and her lips were red and makeup perfect as usual. "Well, I'm going to go change clothes," mother shut the cupboard, turned, and the light sparkled off her gold earrings. I plopped down on the couch and flipped on the TV with the remote. I channel surfed about three times.