The only place where there was a lot of fat was my E cupped boobs. I was a blonde, blue eyed and I kept my medium length hair in a bun. Every now and ...then, I let my hair down when I’m not doing anything that could damage it. “Ah! Spaghetti! My favourite! You the bomb, mom.” He immediately started to dig in. We had dinner like a normal family would have. We chatted about each other’s day. It was the weekend, so the both of us did things that went with our weekend routine, like clean the house,. We both then open our lips to explore each other.I was in heaven!We could not get enough of each other.Then I felt his hand on my thigh!OMG, again!He was rubbing and squeezing my flesh.Oh, oh. Here we go. My warning signs are flashing.But as we continued to make out, I automatically opened my legs!(well, I am a girl, and that's what they do, don't they? Ok, ok, somegirls do squeeze their thighs tight together) (why)?Jack started to squeeze the flesh on the inside of my thigh.I felt like putty. The taste of her skin and the smell of her perfume led me to aggressively suck her nipples hard. She responded with a smile, looking as if she had her prey.She moved back and went for me belt. She quickly had the belt undone and with her hands, pulled my pants and under shorts down exposeing my hardening dick. She said, "Now there is my prize." She took hold of my dick like she was holding a hammer and began to gently move her hand up and down. This made me enlarge to my fullest and I took. Mom respects that and doesn’t tempt him. In Los Angeles he’d certainly look on the chubbier side, but amongst ‘normal’ people here in Georgia, he looks fine.)He took a drink of water from his glass. “Mike, did you hear about the More MARTA Atlanta proposal?”(If you don’t know, MARTA is the Metropolitan Atlanta Rapid Transit Authority. Runs the public transportation system.)“No, I don’t believe I did.”“Hard to imagine, but they’ve actually come up with something that sounds almost workable..