I was, still am, slightly over weight, not obese, curvy in all the right places and have struggled throughout my life to keep it in check, glad to say... I'm doing rather well with it now. But I would never let my weight get in the way of my goals in life. At 19 I landed a good job in a small but active travel agency just outside the city. I loved that job and enjoyed a host of benefits that came with it. But the most enjoyment I had in my eleven years was with my Boss, we'll call him Daniel, as. Someone who accepts me for who I am. The straight clubs willhopefully help with that.End Diary EntrySo fucking stupid Kristy. Meet a girlfriend? Are you fucking kiddingme?And then, in 2005, I went the wrong way. Looking back now, I definitelywent the wrong way. Let me explain. I had been at this tgirl thing fora couple of years. I could walk and talk and live. I had had sex andknew my way around a cock and balls and a man's psyche quite well. Icould pass in most situations. I went to. .and asked her to lie back over my palm in the pool…I lifted her in the waist and lifted her t-shirt…her big boobs were right in front of me..I chewed them one by one…they were tight and spongy…the tits are small..but I grew them up by licking and bitting…she was moaning….guys…I had a dream of licking someone in the pool..and believe me, the feeling is fantastic…slowly after 10-15 minutes of playing with boobs…my mouth rover to her pussy…I just pull down her track suit lower to reveal her. But she was only my friend because I wanted her, I wanted her so badly. After six months of friendship, my desires to have her, hold her, kiss her, and fuck her were not subsiding. Every minute I spent with her only increased my want for her, my need. She was beautiful of course, her hair was long and dark, but the colour often changed. She rarely smiled but when she did her eyes lit up and it made me fall for her deeper. As our friendship grew I knew that my feelings should stop she liked.