![]() For an instant he was back in twelfth grade at Van Buren High in Arizona, Mrs. But that smile…it could break your heart and make your dick hard all in one. Now he called her Jamie whenever she was down on herself. Sandy joked she had a body like Jamie Lee Curtis-which suited Nick-”and she doesn’t think she’s attractive either,” she’d said one night as he was massaging her back. He’d always loved her smile more than any of her other physical attributes: the slender legs she felt were too thin, the full breasts she considered too large, the slight bulging curve of her abdomen which she could never banish either by religiously dieting or working out at the gym. God, how I love you, he thought again as he looked at her slightly crooked front teeth. ![]() Glass and bottle touched lightly and Sandy smiled again. She raised an eyebrow along with her glass. The night, as the saying went, was still young. In that instant he wanted to dive into her ocean, to swim in his wife’s sea, to drown himself in the fragrant smell of the light patina of sweat coating her slim body, to immerse himself in her soft, firm contours and never surface. ![]()
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