I love these scars too. Our joke has been that should I piss her off enough, she could have me sent to prison for wife abuse simply by showing the cop... her legs. My wife has a scar on her chest, where her right breast used to be. She was too young and too healthy to have breast cancer, but apparently the breast cancer was unaware of these prerequisites, and attacked her anyway. She has always had beautiful breasts, and I a committed breast man. I remember sitting there in the doctor’s office. We go into the bedroom like always and have a quick fuck. She loves when I get on top and lift her legs while I pound her pussy. We both cum and I lay beside her while my cum exits her pussy and goes down her thigh. She picks it up with her finger and sucks on it slowly. She smiles and tells me I better be ready for more tonight. I smile and ask if it had to do with my surprise. She smiles and tells me maybe and pulls out her phone. She makes a quick text with her phone and tells me to. This showed that she did have an effect on him in that way. Unfortunately, those sorts of movements were not enough when Cortana was feeling the way she did. And as much as she wanted to bring the topic up with him, she had no idea how to do so or how he would possibly react. It was downright frustrating.Cortana groaned in frustration. Lamenting on the problem would not help solve it. Besides, she wanted to just relax at the moment. Looking around, she determined that she had found an ideal. Those perfect teeth surrounded by the stubble from your 5 o'clock shadow made me weak at the knees."Hello, Sir," I responded back, sending you devious looks. I'm not sure if you noticed. I was too nervous and giddy from my newly found courage that I look down at my feet immediately and rush to my seat.The class itself was nothing special. We took our final exam and I guessed on nearly every question. I tried to look seductive, yet flustered at the same time, but I probably looked like a.