Boys get excited about the prospect of seeing a girl's tits. I sort of blame the culture for that. Every girl has a pair. Some are big, some aren't. U...less you get surgery, genetics governs what sort of size you have. Boobs are one of the ways you know you're a grown-up, at least as far as boys are concerned. Girls have a messier way of knowing, but we don't tell boys about that.Girls love or hate their boobs, usually at the same time. I wasn't small, but I wasn't a cow, either. I was bigger. This time it was Peter the young barista from the coffee shop on North Street.I walked inside, placed my briefcase next to the table and continued into the lounge room. There on the couch was my wife. My used wife. At the age of 25, my wife Katy is in peak physical shape. She has long blond hair, is quite tall, and is slim. She is the love of my life.As I move to the couch, our eyes meet, there is no need for words - I am acutely aware of what I need to do. Wearing black lingerie and. She didn't even want me to go with her."I've never seen a person with as many clothes, as she had. The closets at the house are all empty since she left, or they were. She took all of her other things, too: her computer and printer; all of her CDs, and her recording and playback equipment. She did leave me the TV, but she took most of our DVDs. She was the only one that watched them anyway. I spend too much time now writing to watch movies, or at least I did."As to why she left, she said that I. .. a bit more than we should but it was fun, Herbert would rub my back and my legs as we sat at the table, and he would hold me close and massage my ass as we danced, a couple of other men cut in on us so I danced with them also, they were rugged looking black men, it looked strange me a 50 year old sightly over weight white women dancing with guys who could be my sons, Herbert told them he was my husband so things didn't get to out of hand, although they did feel my ass and boobs up.Herbert.