Asshole reaped
asshole reaped
The lights were all green with one lady, whose name I eventually learned was Margo. In some ways Margo wasn't my typical lady: she had a huge head of hair, and huge glasses, and generally had a kind of "loud" personality and appearance. But what a body! She had large earth-mother breasts that were not hidden by the dress she was wearing. She had a nice waist the contours of which I loved feeling as we danced. Though there's only so much of a "feel" you can cop and still be polite, my hand could tell that that waist flared out in the most sensual way to a quite generously-sized ass. From that feel, and my many glances down while we were together, or when her back was to me, I extrapolated what her whole body must look like, and it was spectacular. Spectacularly generous in proportion, without being fat. Actually, I'll be honest, she was maybe a bit more filled out than she needed to be; but, call me weird, that often turns me on a little more.