I tired easily. I lost my breath. It took me what seemed forever to get down on my knees, and even longer to get up off them.?Damn pig, where your ass...hole at?? Daddy Sir said one day, as I bent over, hands on my plump knees, while he slapped and parted and pummeled my big ass trying to find my hole so he could fuck me.I begged Daddy Sir to let me lose some weight, at least fifty or sixty pounds. I was beginning to be seriously concerned about my health. But Daddy Sir wouldn’t hear of it. He’d. ” “Well, get me some numbers on it then to see if it’ll be worth it. I’d rather have the TV at the foot of the bed instead of the side of it. Makes it a little annoying to watch TV in bed. Especially the late night stuff,” she said with a wink, causing me to involuntarily turn a few shades of red. “I wouldn’t wanna make your TV viewing experience any harder than it needs to be,” I quickly responded, proud of myself for the recovery. “As long as it’s harder than what my husband has to offer, I. . but you haven't seen anything yet." She said in the most seductive voice I've ever heard. She stood back up from her haunches and without even thinking my hands went right back to her huge sagging tits. Clasping both nipples in each hand and lifting and pulling the massive mounds of tit flesh, we leaned in and started kissing again. I remember my teenage mind thinking "Is this gay?" as I could taste my own cum on her lips, but her amazing passion completely washed away any care I had as I. I'd release myself into her clean laundry and I'd watch her wash her knickers. And it became perfectly natural for her to offer herself up for sex every morning, as soon as my parents were out of the house. "I'm going to change the sheets", being her way of telling me that she was ready to go upstairs to fuck. She already knew I had a thing about her panties and would always put them up to my nose before I went down on her, and she'd watch as my cock magically hardened at the smell of her.