I am picking up my wife, when I see her!

White blouse, black dress pants, black pumps. Late 30's or early 40's. Businesswoman with tight high breast, and a firm ass, ripe like a summer peach. An ass so hard your could bounce quarters off of it. She is all business with a fast walk. Everything bounces nicley in a perky nice way. Images of nipple clamps and a ping pong paddle flash in my head. Damn! Suddenly having lunch seems like a blaise idea. I could be with her in a dark candlelit room doing thing that would make me sweat when I'm 85.

Ladies you have to understand, all this flashes through a man's mind faster than a blink of an eye, or the time it even takes to read this.