She is about 5′ 7″, with long, smooth legs, and perfect breasts that are not too big not too small. They are natural looking, so they look perfect... She is the typical blonde stacked soccer mom who everyone wants to fuck in the neighborhood. She is a gardener and takes extra care of her bushes in front of her house and her gardens in the backyard.What was odd was she was such a knockout people never understood how her husband ever got her because he was kind of nerdy and was one of those. My edges bit as I carved my turns and I quickly found my rhythm. The years seemed to melt away and I felt like I was back in Montana again, skiing with Dad. I whipped by other skiers, going so fast that most were just blurs. Ulrike’s carbon-braced skis hissed on the packed snow.Their edges bit deeper and better than the cheap skis I was used to. I felt invincible. I finally saw Ulrike’s distinctive aquamarine jacket. I thought I saw Dieter’s red jacket just behind her, but there were so many. "I would keep that handy if I were you."I looked up. A woman was sitting at my table. She had pale blonde hair that barely reached her neck in short, soft waves. Her eyes were piercing blue, and her lips were soft pink. She wore a white blouse that hugged her ample breasts and though it was cut low in front, the top two buttons were undone, showing off just how much cleavage she had. Her skin was pale and made her appear delicate.I glanced around. No one else was looking our way. "I'm sorry," I. She's the real brains of the operation.'When they'd hooked up at Vickie's apartment the blonde bi-sexual had introduced her to real anal sex and explained that it was Missus D's favorite. The recollection of that encounter made her butt hole twitch."Have you had dinner yet?" her boss's wife inquired."Uh ... no ... I haven't," Melissa replied truthfully.She didn't need to be clairvoyant to anticipate the next question and was in fact already working on an answer—decision really. If she wanted to.