The bastard left me for a rather plain looking “chubby” blond that would have
his baby. I wasn’t quite ready for a family yet so he decided to have one
without me. At first my pride was shattered. I couldn’t believe it. The
woman looked like she was well used already, but he said it was love.
I made sure I wore my tightest leather skirt, and a deeply cut, clinging
sweater to the final divorce meeting. I knew she would be there so I showed
her what he had been used to so the bitch would have something to think
about. Especially after her pussy was stretched out from giving birth to
his brats.
I have plenty to show off. I am a very well kept 35 year old that works out
religously every day and it has payed off. My mother was a Columbian rebel
and my dad was French Canadian. I am 5′10″ and carry 135 well placed pounds.
Starting from the top, I have waist length shiny black hair, my skin looks
tan even in the winter. I have large dark dark brown eyes and full lips.
My nose, well I inherited that from my dad, but it’s really not too bad.
The rest of my body is my pride and joy. I have large, solid 49 DDD breasts
with large nipples that look aroused at all times and look like thimbles
when I’ve been playing with them. I have a flat muscular belly that blends
into a trim waist, and very long muscular legs that form into full tight ass.
I have a soft sensitive pussy with overly large hanging outer lips.
Convinced yet? I hate bragging but I need to set the scene, right?
