Pete was a gorgeous guy who had his pick of women. I fact, he usually picked more than one of them. This may not seem like a problem to some, but I’m sure his wife wouldn’t have been to happy to find out. as for me, I was more limited in opportunities. But I knew I would never have to worry about ‘picking’ again was I was soon to have my own wife. Her name was Michelle, and with an unlimited pick of women, I would have chose her. She was beautiful, soft, and sexy. I wondered how I had landed a girl whose medium-length blonde hair glowed in the sun, whose face captivated the eyes of every man who beheld it, whose breasts turned heads with their side-to-side bobbing as she walked. She was incredible, and soon to be my wife. Michelle had told me something of Pete, and the only time they had ever met. It was at a party, and Michelle told me she knew the instant she saw him she was going to fuck him. (This was when we first met, before we started dating. I don’t think I could have handled this after I fell in love with her.) “I wasn’t the prettiest girl there.” she had explained to me. “So I knew I would have to be the most aggressive.” I don’t think any man could resist her aggression. Michelle continued. “I went into the bathroom, and was going to tell Carry (her best friend) about him. Her first words were ‘Oh my God! Did you see that babe!’ My answer was ‘Hell Yes! Oh how I want to fuck him!” Carry smiled at me and told me she saw him looking at me, or more specifically, my breasts.” At this point, I too looked at her tits. She caught me. “It’s Ok. I know I have large breasts. Anyway, in the bathroom I undid the top buttons on my blouse, to show off some cleavage. I had to redo the last one because my bra was showing.
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