Alma, a short, fat woman who stood 5’5″ and weighedabout 350 pounds, drove buses 10 to 12 hours a day. Shewasn’t the cleanest woman,... sometimes exuding a stenchthat flowed around her body because her ass and thighsrubbed together. She was huge.Alma, just two days prior had noticed the brown stainon the wall outside the bathroom. She also had noticedthe ring on her grass that the white five gallon buckethad left. She surmised someone was peeking in, butdidn’t think much. Ava has managed to roll on her side. She’s squeezing both her legs together, rubbing the upper leg’s thigh against her crotch area. “Dad, there’s still some stubble left. Can you please remove it. It’s so prickly!” She almost looks distressed. Does her voice sound frustrated? I really don’t know what to do. I feel bad that I was so aroused just now. It also feels wrong to do this. She might cum. I’m looking at her face again. This time, I’m sure. She looks like she’s suffering, like she really. I knew I was going to be home too late for Mrs McPherson’s tea, which she held rigidly at six-forty-five in the evening, so I popped into a café for a cup of tea and, once there, convinced myself that some buttered toast covered with grilled sardines would adequately fill my supper requirements. The magazine article passed the time while I waited for my meal and made interesting reading.Since the start of the last war, I had never watched films at picture houses, like I regularly used to as a. "He might be good enough to replace you in your old late-inning short relief role." I have no idea whether my arm will hold up if I go back to being a starter," Dan said."You're in great shape, Dan, and it's not like you're on your last legs. Thirty-six today, with the better conditioning we go through, why, it's like thirty-two years old was, a generation ago." I've been doing two innings at a time —- three innings, tops —- for most of the past three seasons." But don't forget, that was.