Massive, F-cup tits that somehow stayed perky and jiggled just the right amount when she walked. A thin waistline, paired with wide, swaying hips that... always seemed like she was trying to seduce you. Thick thighs with a nice little gap between them, and a firm, incredibly fat ass. None of her features seemed exaggerated or out of place though, everything working together in harmony to create the perfect woman. To top it all off, she was a foot shorter than you, making doing as you pleased with. She asked if I really did want her and would I be able to live with her in a liberal state. I smiled and assured her I wanted nothing less. She bounded over to me and threw her arms around me kissing me tenderly on my lips thanking me for understanding. I asked her if she was sure about what she was saying and she smiled back saying that she wanted to teach me everthing about men and women and what they do together. She took my hand and led me back to the bathroom she opened the shower door and. We had limited time because Reka will be back at any time. So I moved first by holding her cheeks smoothly and slowly turning her face towards me. She left a jerk as I touched her chill face. But then she closed her eyes gently and took a deep breath like taking it one last time in her lifetime.Her cheeks were dead cold and her glossy lips were shivering. Her breaths were making her stiff boobs move up and down. It got bigger than ever before and stretched her t-shirt. Her whole body was. 7 p.m. Hmmm…. * * * * * * * * * * * * * Ding dong! Ding dong! I ran down the stairs and answered the door. John came in, his backpack halfway off. I was still in my sweats and a baggy tshirt and my fuzzy slippers. ‘Damn, I thought you were the pizza guy…’ I said with a smile and closed the door once he was all the way inside. ‘Gee thanks, Claire, and I thought you were a senior in high school.’ He motioned down at my slippers. ‘You look like you have dead cats on your feet.’ He smiled. He.