You don't have to believe me. That's the beauty of it. Unfortunately, even though that grossly cut-up woman was literally half of my lifetime ago (I was 22, I think she was 36 or 38)...the vividness of that encounter is still there. It is not something that is stored in the old 'spank-bank'. She wasn't ugly at all either, there's just only so much fat you can take off an ass before it starts to look masculine.
There was a time in my life where I put my dick in a lot of vajayjay that I was mentally apologizing to it for while we were in the act. I am far less proud of that than I used to be.
As far as the current life and wife goes; I'm going to consider myself extremely fortunate. She's got a solid religious and moral background, and a very successful career...so much so that I get to be on that #trophyhusbands team of AI shooters.
I'd happily trade all of the previous girls I knew just to have met this one 12 years earlier. And here's the only pic worth keeping.
