Short, curvy Redhead

There she was, a little different than I remembered her, but not too different; the changes that were there were the matter of the progression of years. Besides, it's not the first time I've seen her since we broke up, just the first time recently. She was sitting in her car which helped hide her height; she was just a bitty little thing, just under five feet compared to my just over six. A rush of memories hit me, as they always did, of trying to figure out how to fit my larger-than-average-cock in her smaller-than-average body.

We did. That pussy was form-fit to my cock by the time it all ended.

Amy was in her car, not wearing a bra; that was never difficult to tell and it always made my cock twitch. Her hair was back in a pony tail and she was all smiles seeing me walk toward the car holding my package of cookies. I could imagine her body, her hips, her ass, her waist; all hidden by her car door. Her larger-than-average tits, which looked cartoonishly amazing on her body when we were both young and skinny...too poor to eat well and hungry for fucking more than food...were under her t-shirt and I could practically watch her nipples harden under the cloth as I approached.

"Hey," I started to say as I sauntered up to the side of her car. Her window was down and her arm was resting on the door, her finger toying with her wedding ring almost like a nervous habit.