She showed me a night I would never forget, and she won’t let me. I chalk it up to the fact we keep repeating it. She’s 5’9”, milk-chocolate s...kin, plump lips, DD breasts. She weighs about 275 lbs, because hey, I like bigger women. She’s funny, smart, and outwits me all the time. What happened the first night we met, though…that’s what did me in.--I wasn’t entirely sure what to do. This woman was amazing, but this request she made... it just seemed bizarre to me.“Matt, I’m not sure how to be. At least in the minds of those who propound the “accepted” (mainstream) theories.Casting back, I realized my wives were inordinately tall ... even though their shoulders fit nicely under me arm pits. Were we outsiders? Probably not ... the majority of the men were tall ... not as tall as I but much taller than I, as a white man, had been led to believe. Just another Hmmm.So ... after 1823 but before 1840. I saw muskets discarded for lack of percussion caps and heard of men’s wives castigating. Cracker crumbs sat like rubble among the ruins of Swiss, Brie, and Pepper Jack. “It’s the kind of thing I’d do with my sisters.” “My sister thinks it’s a waste of time,” Molly said as they walked into the kitchen. “She told me she doesn’t know why I bother. Other people make it better, and with more expensive materials, and what was it she said? Oh, yes. There was no need to go around looking like I shop in a thrift store.” “No offense,” said Maddy, “but I don’t think I’d like your sister very. ” Any chance of him edging closer to orgasm vanished when she went completely wild. He winced every time her hips slammed back, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the sight of her features tightening and her breasts bouncing – sometimes making audible claps due to the ferocity of her undulation atop him. He endured the onslaught for close to a full minute as her fingers flashed over her clit. Her breaths turned into panting whimpers that increased in frequency until she threw her head back and.