Make your breaks and if the Door Cracks Kick it open. If there’s a Machine Gun Behind The Door, it might Jam or the round could be a dud, if not oh... well gotta go sometime. I am filing this story under, Fiction and Essay, most of it happened, Getting Knocked Up while I was in Vietnam sure did. Fucking her till she almost could not walk sure did. Fucking her 8 days after the Baby was born happened also, (although I do feel somewhat bad about that she wanted it as bad as I did and I never did. I had taken this new part-time fitness instructors job to see all the BBW's in their lycra, but all there was every day were either really thin girls in their teens or older women in their 60s at least. I'm really turned on by chubby women but none came to my local gym. At least that was until I saw Samantha Clark walk through the doors. She was an old friend who had babysitted me when I was young and must now have been about 35. I was her next door neighbor and had spent many a long day this. The slums of Neverwinter had produced thousands of draftees for the city’s armies and they had produced him. ‘Good enough. Come along.’ Thurlith said without further ado, turning to lead them away. They shuffled after him, through what should have been a field, but had become a muddy meadow due to lack of people to make it productive. He took them to the largest entry, the majority of the militia trailing behind him at a difference that balanced their desire to be part of the herd and their. She looked even better than I had imagined. She definitely worked to keep herself in shape and had probably had some work done on her breasts because they were perfect mid-sized mounds that swung nicely when she turned or walked with hard nipples pointing out and not down. She led me to the living room while I watched her equally firm ass and offered me a drink. Maybe just water, please I said. She went into the kitchen and came back with a glass. My husband usually does this on the couch where.