I start by loading up some mood music on myIpod. Pop in the earbuds and crank up Neon Hitch's song "Fuck u Betta".That's right, Billy boy, she can fuc...k you good, but I can fuck ubetta.....I'm bouncing around finding my groove and it hits me, I'm living myfantasy. Unbelievable! I thought I might be nervous but I'm not. Not evena little. Fun. Free. Alive and excited. I'm standing in front of themirror naked taking stock of my reflection. Damn! At 45 I'm no beautyqueen. Queen yeah, I got that. She did as I asked, and I watched in the mirror as her tits swayed and rippled each time my balls kissed her pussy lips. I reached under her and grabbed two handfuls of swinging breast, kneading the orbs like bread dough. “Karen! Play with your clit!” I asked. She complied. I could feel her fingertips grazing my cock as I slid in and out of her wetness and she strummed her clit. Her moans grew louder and louder until she screamed “Jesus! Mother of God! Fuck me! Fuck meeeee!” I felt her cunt. All these gross waddling bodies, barely able to support their own weight, overhanging seats and chairs. Huge chubby balls of lard. She’d heard that this was the result of many years of sexual selection. Overweight men and women were the ones who most attracted partners, so their genes simply became the most common. This tendency towards obesity must have been enormously assisted by a national diet that was excessively fatty and sugary. There were far too many carbohydrates and sugar in. Two or three days. Oh... maybe I could just do it myself, like I did that one time. She recalled the ruler. Sick! she told herself. But fantastically exciting! But it was better with her. It's always better with her.In order to stop herself from thinking about Karen, and the wild, excruciating sexual explosions that were possible when they got together, she put on her Brandi video and watched Brandi showing off her muscles. She knew it would work, and it did. Along with a deep, throbbing, acute.