Everyone in my family carried extra weight and I had always wondered how it would feel to be one of those women that all the men wanted. I didn't know...if anyone would want me, but the new body was very different.(Question: Why didn't I need to shave my legs? Shouldn't I be growing more hair now, not less?)There weren't clothes anywhere, but a clean gown was waiting on my freshly made bed. I put it on and found a spare blanket to wrap around my shoulders in a make-shift robe. I was tired of. He was kind and talked to me so warmly. When tasting our second drink, I noticed the bulge in his pants and thought he was really well hung. After a few more drinks Julia said she was tired and went to our car to bed…I kissed her goodbye, telling I was in the mood for a last glass…I really wanted to see how hung my brand new friend Joao was tonight. I wanted to get him hard if he was not. My loving Victor was almost eight inches and that man could even be larger… and thicker…After everyone. Of the sixteen women working that night, only five were available in my time frame. But one was the lady I sought the last time I was here. Her name on the menu was Portia Benz. She was the third largest lady employed at the Yellow Clam. Her profile listed her Chilean and Samoan. Her skin was the color of a NFL football and her hair was straight, long and black. The kind of black goths attempt to achieve with hair dye. Her eyes were large and round, with iris the lightest shade of brown. Her. Der 2. Folgt sogleich, allenfalls hat meine Frau mal wieder Lust auf einen 2. oder 3. Penis.Wir gingen Duschen und uns gerecht ankleiden, sie diesmal eher Konventionell, mit einem dunkelblauen BH und einem Zarten dunkelblauen Höschen in knapper Form aber kein String.Also mal ab an die Bar und gemütlich was trinken, und Smaltalk mit eine Paar in etwa unserem Alter.Wir entschlossen uns gemeinsam ins Paar-Zimmer zu begeben. Geütlich hingelegt massierte ich meine Frau von oben bis unten, in etwa.