. like my neglected pussy.“Oh Fuck” I exclaimed as my jeans were unbuttoned and dropped from behind. I recognized Callum’s large sure hands. I w...as too surprised and excited to be angry.I gripped the nearest shelf to steady myself but it was swaying, despite its heavy stacks of red bound, gold spined periodicals. Oh shit I thought my old red knickers. A personal comfortable favourite but well worn and a bit loose and fraying. Callum didn’t care about my old knickers; he had my arse cheeks spread. Finally, one weekend came by, where they didn't have a party going on. Well, I guess I shouldn't say that, Joe had a Super bowl party going on in the living room. He in fact had, a very strict 'No chicks allowed' policy, at his Super bowl parties. Erin wasn't allowed in there for more than a minute, but she told me what she got in return, as we both went up to the attic."I give that jackass his 'Erin free' Super bowl party every year. In return, he makes sure he remembers my birthday, our. She had a frail delicate body from what I could see beneath the tattered oversized sweats that rumpled around the seams and ran down over the top of her sandals. Her unwashed brown hair was tangled all the way down to the frayed ends gathering around her shoulders. She was a mess and I felt a touch of remorse for my curt response. “Look,” I said finally; “I was out of line back there, and apologize.” Her sobbing diminished and she dropped her hands only to stare at her lap. “You look like. You’re insane if you think I hate you. Have I ever done anything to hurt you?’ ‘I’m sorry, James. I guess when you said those things, you made it sound like all big people were like that. You seemed so much like me, except for the size thing, and when I found out all those horrible things, I guess I just thought that maybe we were more different than I thought.’ She looked up at him now, taking a shuddery breath. ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have thought that about you. You’re the nicest man I’ve.