I can feel her frustration.My wife is the love of my life and I would do anything to make her happy. She has kept her body in decent shape over the ye...ars and definitely turns heads everywhere we go. The women she works with tell me all the time about the men who comment on my wife’s body as they walk down the street. My Beth is a very large breasted woman and has a big round ass that in combination give her some amazing curves. She definitely looks like a 1950’s pinup model. She has always been. And bright. And loud. The sound rolls over me like a wave and I blink, looking around to get my bearings. The bar. There. Mostly everyone is sitting around small round tables on the floor but I want the bar. A few people look up and then back to the drinks and conversation - some eyes linger for a bit. I make my way to the bar, finding a large empty spot, and then sit down. I don't even remember what I'd ordered. I just picked something from the menu because none of it makes sense. I have a. Alex tripped over the coffee table and fell backwards; the axe-handle struck something and wrenched itself free of his grip. The pair hit the floor hard. Alex's hand groped for the axe, but suddenly another attacker jumped on him. Alex abandoned the weapon; he had to get up.He bucked and twisted himself around, working to get his arms and legs underneath him. The one who'd pulled him down squirmed around his waist, wrapping his little legs around Alex's knee. Alex got an arm free and reached. I tried to breathe normally and got out of there.After that I bought a larger pillow. It was almost as long as the length of my bed and much thicker than my old one. It was big enough to simulate the size of a person. I started to pretend that I was wrestling against someone and started to use various positions to scissor the pillow-opponent. I won every match after a submission that came the second after I came myself.Then one day when I was ten I had my first experience of having a “live” boy.