But she couldn't remember any guy who had ever turned her on so much as Carl and Gus.She was hot. She was horny. She wanted to fuck, she wanted to be ...ucked, and kissed and licked and sucked and, oh my God, those two were so hot!They acted as if she wasn't there. They didn't do it to excite her, or impress her or anything. They just kissed, because they were boyfriends, and that's what boyfriends do: they kiss.But boyfriends do more than just kissing. They suck, they fuck, and Linda imagined. Was a good friend of mine. We would meet up in the pubs and clubs around town and, usually, get bladdered together. She was 11 years younger than me and almost a foot taller. She was definitely a BBW! She also had an unfortunate reputation for being an easy lay, a reputation that was not totally undeserved, even I had had to step around her outside the pub whilst she was giving some guy or other a blow-job or wank.On this night back in July,1994, I was 33yo, Fiona S. 22yo. We had been to a. “Would you like to see me making out with another girl, Jeffrey?” she asked, putting her hand on my leg.“Look at your menu, darling,” I said.She moved her hand back to hold her menu, “What are you getting, Hubby?”“The turkey focaccia,” I said.“Would I like that?” she asked me.“It’s got jalapeno bacon. That might be too much for my little woman.”“Thank you,” she said.Our server, a youngish looking gentleman who was having trouble looking at her in the eyes, came back to ask us our order, and she. Here take this."Ben carefully lifted up the red gown from the outside of the closet, andhanded it to his friend. It really was a beautiful dress and truth betold, he was starting to feel a little envious that Peter was going to bethe first to try it on, rather than him. But he knew there were lots morebeautiful dresses to choose from, and his excitement levels rose as heslowly opened up the closet to reveal all that was inside.Ben immediately pulled out a couple of dresses to look at, a blue.