From the fit of the pants, I knew I had lost at least that much. Perhaps more, and maybe even a lot more. If I had been dedicated to my plan before, ... knew I’d be obsessed from then on. ++++++ (Eighteen months earlier…) The snap on my pants was the last straw. I was huffing, puffing, wheezing from the exertion of bringing six bags of groceries from the trunk of the car into the house. Shit, from the garage into the house. Walking the length of the grocery store, even leaning on a cart, had. I could no longer wear my skimpy shorts, but they encouraged me to keep wearing those revealing, tight t-shirts. My money for fucking and tips was a lot less then, but I still managed to fuck men in the cabins, and even in the parking lot.I had made so much money fucking on the lake, that I had to open a bank account in town to hold my earnings, which were all tax free of course, and I didn’t tell my parents about it. I did get propositioned by the fishermen in the restaurant, and I was able. Finally, I feel it sliding in, stretching me, filling me full, so full that the pressure of it inside of me seems to pull slightly on my clit, and I feel the pulse there increasing.Once I have worked it in and adjusted the clit tickler against myself, I ask Mark if he would like to turn it on for me. He swallows, nods and then leans forward, getting his face really close to my pussy before his hand reaches in to turn the switch, he turns it to full fucking power. I nearly fall off the bed with. The vibrations were flowing between them and just the nearness to each other was making them hot.Suddenly the gentle, calm afternoon was interrupted by some commotion coming from the horses.Mary sat up suddenly.Connie looked over to the herd and a look of pure delight crossed her face.One of the stallions was chasing a pale chestnut mare around in a circle. The other one had disappeared over the hill and taken the rest of the herd with him.The hilltop was now dominated by the black stallion and.