I saw a super hot woman in church this morning. Yeah, I know, you ain't supposed to notice these things in church, but what can I say -- the flesh is weak.
Anyway, this gal has three little girls, and she's probably pushing 40. But, holy crap, she has the body of a hot college girl. Very thin, with long, gorgeous legs and probably a small C-cup. She is so pretty that she hurts your eyes.
She does have the "Dallas" look -- the nails, makeup, hair, perfect clothes, etc. But not gaudy. And her three girls are always immaculate in both appearance and behavior. And this lady just has a sexy, but not affected, walk -- her hips and butt just sway so nicely over those beautiful gams.
In fact, when I got home from church, I went straight to the bathroom, lubed up, pictured her hot body and sexy walk, and masturbated.
But here's the funny thing: her husband is the cranky old Texan. I mean, the guy looks like a old farmer. When I first saw him, I just assumed he was her dad. But then I asked my wife, and she said "no, that's her husband."
How does this stuff happen? My wife thinks that this guy may have been more of a "catch" when they first married, but he didn't age well. And, you know, some women are just like fine wine: they get better every year. And maybe she's one of those women.
But I just look at guys like that and I wonder if they know how damn lucky they are. Do you think that he knows that his wife is an insanely hot Texas babe, and that he's a crusty old fart? He sits there in church with this grumpy scowl like he hasn't taken a crap in over a week. And I'm thinking, "what's with the scowl you lucky old bastard? don't you know how good you got it?"
Dang, this woman is just smokin' -- and I mean SMOKING! -- hot. She has a pretty enough face to be a Cosmo model, but without the emaciated, nasty, Kate Moss body. She just has a perfect body. Nice tan legs, a sweet ass, and perfect natural tits. Very, very nice.
Regards,
Loog -- an admirer of the female form