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We all stared at the doctor so expectantly. “She’s alright. I don’t know what Santos did, but whatever it was must have torn her right out of her own subconscious. She’s going to be very weak in the coming days, and her muscles will be weak. Don’t expect her to do everything she used to do. Give her body time to get back its strength slowly. In the meantime, I’ll have the nurse wheel in the wheelchair. She’s going to need to exercise her muscles too. You all are free to see her, but you’ve got to be very careful. Am I clear?”

CHAPTER 104: HIS WOMAN VS HIS EX-WIFE The woman was voluptuous. Her curves falls on each corner and on its right places. A bodycon was hugging her perfectly shaped waist and chest. They were tight, but fair enough to flaunt her assets and what beautiful of a woman she had work on to achieve who she is, or perhaps it was on genetics. I couldn’t help, but get jealous. She was more than the average I was. My chest falls between in the middle, it wasn’t big, but I am on B group. And my body—I have baby fats on my stomach, my arms were like jelly, incomparable to some women around my age. It made me envious. I will admit that I was kind of...permissive.

she didn't care. "Inhale ... exhale ... don't let that crazy guy ruin my mood completely." The girl rubbed her chest, which was a little prominent, not very average like a land robin. Thin tall slim flat chest. No, it's not. Gadis has an ideal body, although a bit short. 155cm height often makes Gadis insecure but now, why doesn't she love herself? Who would love her but herself?

This thought has me waking up from a wet dream countless times and Justin, my smoking hot and sexy gym instructor is the center of it all. How I want him to fuck me so badly. ******* Do I come across as sexy and alluring? That is a question I keep asking myself. I am a 27-year-old Canadian woman who is constantly thinking about my weight and body size. I go to the gym and stick to a controlled diet not entirely because I want to have a sexy body, but because I am concerned about my fitness. Don't get me wrong; of course I want to be sexy as hell, but I also want to stay healthy.

Linda, a 34-year-old divorced mother, had always been self-conscious about her body. Her green eyes and blonde hair were her best features, but her tiny frame and fake breasts left her feeling inadequate. Desperate for a change, she decided to join a gym, hoping to boost her confidence and attract a new man.

" Naomi smiled thankfully at the shopkeeper before leaving for the washroom. "Damn, this lady is so beautiful. What the hell?" She wondered in awe as she lathered the small bar of soap and scrubbed her body thoroughly, erasing the events of the past day. Her breasts or rather, the lady's breasts were small in comparison to her originally full and large breasts, but they were rather perky. Her belly was flatter than a board but lacked the abdominal muscles that her original body possesses from all her years of exercising and boxing. The hips were slender but shapely and lead to smooth, willowy legs. At least, she was stuck in a fine and seemingly healthy body. That was okay.