Enough Ass For Two -

He almost choked on his coffee.

But the thing Leo noticed—the only thing, for a second—was the way she filled the doorway. She was built like a barn door: broad, sturdy, and impossible to miss. enough ass for two

“Here’s the thing,” Betsy continued, walking toward him. The floorboards didn’t just creak; they pleaded . “Herb used to say that. ‘Betsy, you got enough ass for two.’ And one day, I asked him, ‘Two what?’ And he thought about it. He didn’t laugh. He said, ‘Two lifetimes. One for you, and one for me to get lost in.’” He almost choked on his coffee

Leo sipped his coffee. He was trying not to stare. It was impossible. Betsy was a geographical anomaly. When she turned to stir the stew on the stove, her back presented a vista so vast, so sprawling, that Leo felt he should need a map and a compass. It was the kind of ass that had its own weather system. Two distinct, generous, world-class cheeks that seemed to have declared independence from the rest of her body and formed a coalition of comfort. ‘Betsy, you got enough ass for two