She looked like she could have walked out of a Playboy centerfold, with light shoulder-length hair, bronze skin and big blue eyes. She was a knockout,... and I noticed Rachel especially giving her an appreciative once-over. Their eyes seemed to connect for a moment. “My name is Kelly,” she said with smile that lit up the room. “I’ll be taking care of you today. What can I get you?” It was decided on Mimosas all around, and as she turned to leave, we all had an appreciative view of her shapely. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear."I wonder if you're like your mother," he said with a laugh. And almost as soon as he had arrived, he was gone.She could still feel his hands on her breasts, it felt nice, and she wanted it to happen again. But what did he mean by what he had said? What was there about her mother for her to be like? She hadn't known then. She looked out of the window as she heard the crunch of tyres on gravel, and went out to serve petrol.She could still feel those. I started to apply it nightly before I went to bed. I hoped it helped. I didn't like how I looked. Perhaps I needed a personal trainer to help me lose in my problem spots.***Okay, things were getting worse, not better. My legs were shaping up, but my hips and butt were not reducing. My waist was slimmer than it had been since I was in high school, but my hips were still way too big. And my stomach was getting flatter, and you could start to see the 'six pack' muscles trying to show through the. "You fucking slut," I heard someone moan."I'm coming," the man fucking me grunted. He held my hips and gave several deep, hard thrusts. "I'm fucking coming ..."His pulsing cock and the insistent pressure of my own fingers on my clit got me there as well. I came and came, sobbing and gasping while my body juddered and my thighs convulsed in spasms of sheer pleasure.When the man slid his cock out of me I shoved against the bench with one arm and heaved upright. I pointed to the cum-filled condom.