We'd exchanged numbers, and you'd texted me a couple of days later, saying how much you couldn't wait for the next walk (which made my heart flutter a... little), so I knew we were both looking forward to this walk. The sun is out, the sky is blue, and there's a gentle breeze blowing in from the coast. You see me, and walk over, and shyly you say, "Hi," expectant, hoping that the spark from the last time is still there. I give you a big smile, it's great to see you again. You're wearing a black. "As she tried to reach past me to get the object we were fighting over, Ipulled my sister into a hug. "I love ya sis, you know that. If I didn'tpick at ya, you'd swear I was mad. Besides if they have a wet shirtcontest at work you're a shoe-in to win."She wiped the rain off her grimacing face with the bottom of myoversized dark blue tee shirt as she put her head on my chest, "Yeahsmart butt, I guess you're right about that but now I have to gochange." You don't have to change sis." I replied. “Uh huh. And Pete, if you happen to stumble again and accidentally shove your big cock inside my mouth, just remember that this was all my idea.” Peter snickered a little over our playacting. Then he was pulling his shorts all the way down to his ankles. I don’t know what he did after that because all my attention was now focused solely on his gorgeous manhood. Jesus H Christ did he have a perfect cock! It was big, sure, but not so much as to be TOO big, ya know? I knew right away that it. I attribute the fact that I was never bullied and I've always been very fortuned when it comes to "love," for my absolute love of being fat. I'm gorgeous, the type of pretty that makes other women uncomfortable and I'm very comfortable using my womanly attributes to obtain whatever I want. I can be very selfish and self-absorbed (It couldn't all be roses and rainbows, right?) I tend to burn bridges wherever I go. So everyone expected me to become even more deviant with my weight loss, but the.