No husband wants a dumpy, over weight partner and he was sure that Connie didn’t feel good about her super-sized self. She lost the weight 3 years a...o when she and Tom got serious about having a baby. She incorporated an exercise regimen including yoga into her life. It worked wonders and soon she had regained her toned, attractive body. Frank always made it a point to compliment her on how nice she looked since she had worked so hard to return to her normal weight. Tom walked up to his dad and. “Hah. Hauugh.” She moans wantingly, begging that reality would be so kind as to present an opportunity for her to experience a gangbang as lovely as this one. Like the actor, she’s burning up with pleasure, unable to hold it in any longer. Her pelvis gyrates as hips clench, rocking back and forth in sync with her hands. Trembling legs dance across the bed, messing up the sheets, something her pinching toes did great on their own. Rock hard nipples stand at attention, signaling an explosion’s. “Why don’t you ask your parents?” she mocked.“Ha-ha,” he said. “I just know you’re bored and, uh… lonely. And it sucks that you’ll be alone on Christmas.”“Maybe I’ll meet some other lonely soul,” she said. “It has to happen sometime.”“I’d rather you hang out with me,” he said.“Obviously,” she agreed.“Do you want to FaceTime?” he asked.“No,” she said nervously. “I’m ugly.”“So am I,” he said.“So you agree that I’m ugly?”“Stop it, you know what I mean.”“Whatever,” she laughed. “I’m serious,. I’m getting this stuff quicker.”I shrugged. “Well hey, I bet that’s because you’re getting more of this stuff too. We’re both getting better.”Her smile got bigger. “I guess so,” she replied cheerfully. I was rock hard. This wasn’t ideal. * “Son of a bitch!” Kevin complained as Father Gascoigne killed his character for the fourth time in a row. “This sucks.”“You’re still playing it like Dark Souls,” I pointed out.Kevin glared at me. “It’s a Souls game, you fuckin’ poop.”“It’s different though..