She had not worn her glasses. Her platinum hair shone brightly and she'd pinned a pretty red rose over her right ear. Her flawless complexion damn nea... glowed. Both eyelids were heavily daubbed with dark-blue eyeshadow, and her pouty lips glistened with a coating of bright red gloss.The scarlet dress soon opened and fell away from her amazing body. She flopped it over the arm of a couch and stood quietly before the five horny men, her strip over before it had begun. For there was nothing more. We knew the fat was in the fire when we saw the columns of black smoke drifting up into the cold morning air. Even the horses were nervous and snorting in discomfort probably sensing the fear that was like wildfire running through our minds waiting for the hammer to fall on top of our heads.In all honesty, we didn’t run across any hostiles that morning, but we saw plenty of evidence of their mischief along that trail of misery and death. I was used to seeing heaps of bodies both fully dressed. He took her in his arms. She was slightly damp, apparently having come straight from said shower. "That's okay," he said, "teenagers are notorious for being cruel to anyone they think is different, and unfortunately your weight makes you different."She started crying. He just held her. "I'm so ugly," she whispered, "No boys like me and nothing I say or do changes that. My tits hang down like sacks of flour, and I've got these rolls of fat everywhere. How could anyone love someone who looks like. As Anne approached orgasm, her body was humping almost violently on me, her breasts jiggling wildly. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the bedroom. Her voluptuous thighs slammed down on me as the fat in her ass quivered. Her last pumping motions were slow and deep. She wanted me deep inside of her. I felt her juices begin to seep out between our slapping bodies.My ejaculations were unbelievably strong and sweet. I looked up at my stepmother's beautiful face as I came, her cheeks.