However, if I was forced to choose which body part I found most attractive on my mother, I'd say it would have to be her silky, smooth legs. I'm a leg... man and mom wins hands down in that department.But hey, that's just me. Some of you reading this story may appreciate breasts. If that's the case, then let me tell you right now, mom hardly had any tits to speak of. Now don't get me wrong, my mom wasn't entirely flat-chested either. She's a large A-cup woman. Let's leave it at that. But she more. After that, I checked out some transgendered porn, but convinced myself it was a combination of the booze along with my lack of sex for quite some time, in conjunction with my fantasies about anal that fueled that fantasy. I tried to put it out of my mind, yet occasionally my fantasies would wander that way at times, and I would find myself again watching transgendered porn. Then one day while in a local mall restroom I turned from the urinal to see an attractive woman washing her hands at the. I had found my wife Lisa in bed with a person I had counted as my best friend. I had battered him all over the room while Lisa was screaming at me to stop. I ended it when I threw him down the stairs. My former friend, Pete Patterson, never walked again.When I came home from prison three months ago, I tried to sleep in my old bedroom. The nightmares started that night and I never stayed in the room again. In fact I hadn't even stayed the rest of that night. Did Lisa sleep in that room while I. "I'm starving. I got on a plane at four o'clock and now its ten Eastern time. I refuse to eat the crap they serve on the plane."She only had a carry-on bag, so I got a cab and directed him to the Monte Carlo. The hostess held Dani's bag while we went to Andre's and had a baby spinach salad and the best rack of lamb in the state. We both enjoyed talking about our busy schedules and the tremendous satisfaction of seeing what we were working on so hard, finally showing some signs of success. I.