I’m just a wimp. Rosie picked me up like a rag doll then enveloped me in her huge arms. She hugged me like a bear wrapping his arms around his tree...before a climb. My face was lost amongst the masses of chocolate fat. I wasn’t sure if it was the lack of oxygen, or the softness of Rosie’s skin, but I began to feel comfortable. In complete darkness, I could have been a foetus. Rosie fell back onto the bed, so I was on top. She kept me in her grip. Her large chubby hands began to rub up and down. She hung up the phone and I sat up waiting for her to come home. She didn't have any pictures or movies but she told me all about it. It was a customer who found interest in her and she talked to him for a while. Then he asked for her number and talked on her lunch break and he wanted to meet somewhere. Well she picked a spot off the side of the road somewhere and decided to meet their. After work she walked out to the truck and drove off. She said her pussy was getting wet just thinking about. She doubled her efforts as the sword-like talon hung just a few inches above her face, but released a sigh of relief as it moved above her head. She became as still as a statue as she felt the dragon’s claw cut off her hair and tear through the stone ground as if it were just dried mud being ripped apart by a horse-drawn plow.The dragon then picked up the long locks of blonde hair that Marian had vainly spent hours brushing back home and used it to line his nest. With the beast having released. “THAT Karen?” Kelli squeaked out.Karen nodded, then to me, “John’s our videographer… what, almost four months now, John?” Then continuing her explanation to me, “John and I work together all the time,” then back toward Kelli, “when you said your husband was six-four and worked in television, I didn’t even think to make that connection, but you pretty much described our videographer. It’s just…”“Yeah,” John broke in, “maybe more than one guy my size working with television in the.