Oh Jesse, I wanted for us to be married before we got pregnant, let'sget married by the President, we will have a proper wedding later," Iwept as I th...nked God for bringing us together."Married by the President? Why not? I am sure that mu Uncle Presidentwill be happy to to it," she accepted with a smile as my jaw dropped inwonder."YOU MEAN??" Yes, The President is my Uncle."Then we left the 'head', I had a smile on my face as I thought aboutlife with her. I know that me wearing that black tux. It is false. In fact, it isn't even close to being true. Most fat people are desperately unhappy. Why? Because they are fat. An object of ridicule in a world that prizes slim, elegant men and women.Now, this is somewhat of a contradiction, of course. As the average adult population gets more and more overweight, fat people cease to be a noticeable minority and become ... part of the mainstream. We've even decided to categorize fat people as overweight, obese, and morbidly obese. And it isn't. He was already stroking his cock as he peeked through the crack door of his mother bedroom room. She was fast asleep wearing her small nightgown and lying on her side with her back facing the door. He wasn't positive that she was completely asleep so he waited another a half an hour. This time she was lying face down and he could see she was deep asleep. He slowly crept into the room this time so exited he could feel the pounding of his heart. He stroked his cock harder as he admired how. She appeared to be wearing an all black, leather,skin tight jumpsuit. The second thing to catch Rebecca’s eye was the bright red lipstick. As Rebecca entered the room, Madame Claire rose to greet her. “So very nice to meet you again” Claire said in the most welcoming voice.Due to the height of her patent leather black heels, Claire had to bend slightly to give the 5’6” Rebecca a kiss on the cheeks. Claire was a strange combination of exquisite manners dressed in vision of cat woman. Rebecca was.