I once boasted about owning a private pool. I kept my voluptuous curves out of my reviews since I'm such a tease.
Now in all its VGA glory, I reveal to you my highly sought after fatty legs. You see, sometimes I face my house door because paragliders keep flying by pretending not to be checking me out.
On less paraglidy days, I then face westward towards the beach and pretend the clouds are giant sausages.