In a split second, she redefined perfection for him. His standards aligned to her exact proportions and measurements. No one else would ever live up to her. Beautiful woman, beautiful sculpted breasts and dusky nipples, beautiful thighs. She wore the same white cotton panties from the night of the first wedding. He could tell by the little bow at the waistband. Either that, or she had several just like it. Did women buy underwear in packs of six like men did? The image of six white panties with six little white bows flashed in his mind. That little bow fascinated him. He wanted to touch it.
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