Just recently I was in contact with a Brazilian ex-girlfriend. Tight body, big tits, sculpted arse, long raven-black hair, expertly-trimmed snatch, and energy level turned to 11.
It was an awesome match. My Nordic coolness contrasted well with her South American fire. She thrived on it. So did I.
During our conversation she revealed to me she miscarried a child of ours about 10 years ago. Which came as a bit of a surprise. Although, given my activities over the years, it really shouldn't have done.
I don't know whether to believe her.
Today she is comfortably ensconced in a relationship with an older gent, a high-flying European antiques dealer based in Los Angeles.