My husband and I divorced because he couldn’t handle the competition. You see, he wanted a wife, but I wanted a real schlong. Honestly, can you blame me? Every time I saw him naked, I thought, like, wow, this guy must be bald to show this pod to women. Someone says, it's not the size that counts, it's how you use the cock. I'll say this: you've never walked on a racetrack. It's worth it to see THIS once, and you'll never say your husband has a big dick again. And anyway, everyone has their fantasies. That's what I was told by a neighbor guy, with whom we were supposed to do music, but instead we did something else…