I’ve seriously dated 2. They weren’t horrible, but both times I brought them around, my dad was like:

“She must be a real freak, I dig it.”
They both had slim athletic bodies with flat belly’s. One 34D the other 32C. Both had nice asses. They were some of the best, nurturing, sensual, funny relationships I’ve had in my adult life. I can honestly say that my insecurities and immaturity fukked both relationships up (kept getting caught up making sure I could still do better and when prettier women would tell me I could do better I would show them, behind the scenes, that I wasn’t

. )
I have no problems doing it again. I got one in the clutch, across town right now that I can only hit up after dark because she so

. I just spend most of my missionary time looking at and sucking her tiddies or I say “sit yo ass up for a lil bit and let’s just watch this dikk go in and out”.
My brother keep em in rotation too. As long as they’re not universally unattractive and/or fat I wouldn’t mind another serious relationship and children. Age has taught me that I prioritize a sweet, kind, self-aware woman to a possibly vain one that may be addicted to attention. Looks play a part now but I feel that what’s inside really does matter in the long run.