The one good thing about models, even if the model in question was born with a penis, or at least looks like she was because she has the hardest fucking face around, it their legs. They generally don’t have tits, don’t have an ass, and may not even have a pussy, but long skinny legs are always fun to look at, especially when your life revolves around a wife who doesn’t have knees anymore, but instead has a set of deep set dimples where her knees were buried in obesity. Sure, you may not want legs you can wear as a scarf because you find shit bony and creepy, but walk a mile in my shoes before judging me, because the last time my wife tried to put her leg on my shoulder it dislocated, and instead of it feeling like I was wearing a scarf and about to go for an amazing lunch, it felt like I was in a work related accident at a chemical factory that smelled like shit, or maybe being smothered by a hundred pound bag of rancid cottage cheese that smelled like shit, or even like getting stuck under a bouncy castle with a preschool of kids jumping on the shit after half of them accidentally shit themselves with excitement, explaining the smell of shit, all with no way out but suicide and that probably traumatized me enough to be drawn to these long and luxurious model legs.
