In a week, or two, we'll be able to work out a permanent system. Don't you know it's difficult for me, too? You remind me so much of your father, when...we fuck, but it's still different. It's like being with both of you at once, and I love it."The groceries were soon put away, and Sean went to his room. Maggie cleared a few left-overs out of the refrigerator, and put them down the disposal. This done, she headed for the stairs and her room, for a shower. Her legs felt sticky, from Sean's cum,. ..no, the panties...the panties enrobed every enormous inch,so soft and sensitive to the touch, enticing and teasing. The purpose ofthe crease in the middle of them became clear, as it nestled comfortablyand welcome, into the crack of those gigantic cheeks.A thong.The fat seemed to melt around him, pooling underneath, a womanlycushion, a natural sofa, so wide, so big, so jiggly, so enticing, socompletely feminine...and then a moistness coming from below, a strange,foreign feeling. A warmth,. I pulled it on and when I bent down I could see my bottom in the mirror, just how I wanted it. I slid on the white bra with the 42DD label and crammed my huge breasts in as best I could but still they bulged over the top and around the sides, but it gave me a fantastic cleavage. Next I put on a plain white silk blouse that was so sheer you could see my bra through it. I left enough buttons undone so all my cleavage and part of my bra was on display. I finished off with some expensive perfume. “Fair enough,” I said. “Church parking lot it is. What time?”“About 9PM,” she suggested.“Done,” I said and broke the connection.“I’ll bet you ten bucks, she was abused by her daddy,” M said.“You are on,” I said in agreement. “But her prior abuse is not my problem.”“Of course it is. Have you no shame?” Emily asked.“Of course, the shame for what I did takes up all my time. I have no shame for what my sex in general did. If I were going to do that, I would do it by finding, and beating the crap.