I had a broad butt and huge thighs. This caused some difficulty for me to fit into any pants. My upper part was opposite to my lower part. I had small... boobs but wore a 32B bra and my vital stats were 32-24-38. Due to this drastic difference great curves were formed near hips. The curves were almost like a semicircle. After removing my shirt and jeans I unhooked my bra. While removing it I noticed in the mirror that in my rage I forgot to lock the room door. I could see through the mirror that. Over the next X weeks she popped round regularly, usually on the grounds to pick up any shopping I needed, but as soon as I went from a full plaster on my leg to a half plaster, she started inviting me round to join her and the family for Sunday dinners.This went on for a few weeks and I swear she was forever looking me over, but still felt it was wrong of me to think “that way” and thus suppressed my desire for her titties and mmmmmm, by telling myself to show her some respect for the help. She stares him in the eyes as she drops to her haunches and unzips the bag. She runs her nails along the surface of the bills, appreciates how unforgiving the stacks feel beneath her french tips. She snaps a rubber band. ‘Quit fucking with it, and count it,’ Mint says. She hears the click as he cocks the hammer, another click as he uncocks it. Everything remains a tic with him. Almost everything, at least. ‘One,’ she says theatrically, ‘two, three, four, by Joseph, Mint Mallard. You’ve got over. Lighting a cigarette and holding my prick in my right hand, I glanced at my wristwatch. The time glowed a few minutes after 11:30 in the morning. Huh?Had we slept for less than three hours? Puzzled, I examined my lying watch and I noticed tomorrow's date in the tiny square on the dial's surface. Holy shit! We’d been out around the clock and then some."Time flys when you're having fun," I shivered and muttered to myself as I irrigated the powder dry soil. As I drained my waste, an annoying army.