She appeared embarrassed and I could see her racking her brain, trying to think of a credible explanation for the predicament in which she now found h...erself.I attempted to alleviate her embarrassment."Anyway, Kelly, I'm hardly likely to complain when you welcome me home like this, am I?" I didn't wait for her reply but asked her if she had enjoyed herself at the party. It was clear that she was preoccupied. It was all I could do, to keep a straight face.Kelly obviously decided that honesty was. "It's just us girls fornow."Mandy suddenly hugged me. "Oh, sweetie. I'm sorry. Are you a littlelonely? How about letting me be your special friend. What do you think?"I looked up at Auntie Mame, who smiled and nodded."Sure, that would be nice. I guess I just feel funny that everybodykeeps notice my, you know, problem." Oh sweetie, you don't have a problem. Think of this. Our clothes haveto fit our bodies just right so they look pretty, so we have to payattention to every little thing. Look,". ” She raises her voice on ‘Macclesfield’ as if it’s something to celebrate.She’s wearing a white cotton blouse, a tight mid-thigh leather skirt, and black stiletto heels. Everything is tight. She’s not fat, she’s solid – and those clothes are all about a size too small. She likes the way that feels and looks. Her boobs aren’t that big, but they strain every button on the blouse. She isn’t dressed this way for the show, it’s how she dresses every day. Her smile is near permanent, thin lipped and. She was pressed against the wall nearby and shaking her ebony rump at me. She had a bubbly ass, jiggling and delicious. “Care to slide into my pussy?” Her pink inner folds peeked out as she shoved her ass back at me. Her shaved vulva glistened with her passion.“Yes!” I moaned and bounded to my feet.I plunged into Karli, my pale crotch slapping into her dark rump. She felt incredible. Tight and silky in all the right places. My tits heaved and bounced as I fucked her. She worked her hips,.