While my sister was named after her Grandmother, I was named after my Grandfather AND my father. All through grade school I was just Huck and then whe... I became somewhat of a local football star in High School and for a bit in college I was known as "Trey", as in "the third". My Dad had been a local sports hero of sorts and I wanted my own identification.So, as she handed me the slip to sign, my sister put out two $20 bills and I pushed her hands back saying, "I got this Sugar."She chuckled and. Then my hands went up under his shirt to feel his amazingly hairy stomach and his nipple rings. The feeling was unbelievable after that long desire. We both laughed as I reached out and cupped his balls in one hand, while with the other I pulled him to me as I guided that throbbing dick towards my mouth. His hands on the sides of my head, Roy started to moan, “Mmmm,” in a tone I’d never heard out of him before. Going deeper, I took the whole thing in until that dark thatch of curly hair was. "You. Yes, you. I saw you looking at me. What's the matter, guy? Never seen a fat bottom before?" Well... none quite as nicely shaped as yours."She began laughing, then slapped me on the back. It damn near knocked me over. She was several inches taller than I was, and had to outweigh me by easily a hundred pounds. Just that big ass of hers alone must weigh nearly as much as I did. But I felt no pain. In fact, I was gawking in open admiration at her bouncing breasts as she laughed. Her blouse. So consequently, I didn’t have any help with the things in the truck.”“I can understand that. Sometimes it’s best to just cut your losses and walk away. And I can understand you wanting to distance yourself from all that, too. This is a long way from Minneapolis and a good ‘starting over’ place. We aren’t as big as Minneapolis by any stretch of the imagination, but I think you’ll find us a friendly and sociable lot!” I said with a grin.“Yes,” she nodded in reply, smiling a flirtatious grin. “At.