In my last life, I had a bit of the same issue. I mean, try and find cycle clothes for a 285 lb man.The military let me have an hour off, twice a week... for physical training. I would wake up early to add to that time and do an Olympic size triathlon. The local triathlon team trained in Thetis Lake, early in the mornings. When fat old me showed up for the first time, they all tried hard not to laugh. I wasn’t concerned. I wasn’t there to train with them. It was just a coincidence that they. He didn’t budge when I slammed into his chest. He laughed a little, “excuse me, baby.” It was weird- I just smiled at him and walked over to the elevator. I waited for a while, then a group of 5 Black Men got in and I rushed to get in right as the doors were closing. I breathed extra hard, like rushing took my breath away. I turned my back on them, faced the doors. When the elevator started, I pushed my ass back, raising it against the big one’s crotch, then dropping it a little, raising, all. Right then I didn't know who my midnight visitors were but I felt sure that they would be the ones most surprised.As I have always enjoyed eating pussy I did as good a job on this one as I possibly could. She must have been appreciative of all the attention I was giving to this task as she squirmed and wiggled all over my face. I reached up and started to stroke and feel both the breasts that were above me and the ones lower down at my side. I could tell by the skin tone, the resiliency and the. I can't..." Susan begged. Then, she felt him raise his heavy weight off her, his hands pressing her shoulders tightly to the davenport-cushion, his widespread knees forcing her thighs wider apart, until the blood-engorged head slipped further into her was pressing hard against her cervix... and then, slowly, he began to rub in and out of her, picking up speed as he worked, at last buffeting her whole body back and forth like a rag doll beneath him while he fucked furiously into her.Damn! He had.