But no one wanted to talk to him as he was telling the truth that he is fat. Of course we all guys know that even if a perfectly built guy comes into ... chatroom, there’ll be one girl for around 100 men. So a perfect place to feel bad about yourself.Here bad became worse and out of desperation he started logging in as a girl and started ignoring messages. Feeling better he replied to a few and found some decent guys (at least in chats) who respect others feelings. He chose a couple of guys like. By the time we got home, it was time to start getting ready to go out.”“You must have been tired.”“I didn’t feel tired. Maybe it was the excitement. It all felt different, and I liked acting like I was a different person.”I suggested a short break while I made sandwiches and some more tea. I didn’t want to stop for long, but I knew that we needed to have a break. When I returned with the food and drink, Maggie had dozed off on the sofa. It was obvious she was very tired, but I needed to. I didn't,but the pain being as intense as it was, I wish I had. He used his strong legs to pry mine further apart. As he was movinghis groin against my ass from side to side, trying to burrow deeper anddeeper into me, he pushed my shirt up over my head. I could feel hismasculine chest covered in dewy sweat on my back... in a rush it felterotic... a small island of erotic (dare I say pleasure) in a so farendless sea of pain and submission. He rested there for a moment, I can'tsay how long,. Especially as I was sure you’d be up to some naughtiness by now. I guess I was expecting too much really, I mean this is the first time you’ve gone out with the intention of ‘having fun’ so maybe it’s just a step too far this early. Both you and this guy are laughing in the picture and do I start to think rude thoughts of course. Straight away I get another text message; “Shit! I’m so sorry, Tracey though it would be funny, I’m so sorry, I’m coming home right now.”I’m a bit shocked at your.