Super-hot would be an understatement to how she looked that day. A grey one-piece, open hair, no lip color and just gloss (she had asked me about my p...eference, earlier), paired with moderate heels. She matched my height with those. She was smelling just too good.She sensed my nervousness and found it hilarious. We had a relaxed evening at the coffee followed by dinner before she left for her home. Our conversations were majorly around areas where we both got to know a lot about each other.I. But his expression had changed. Where an air of smug defiance had played upon his visage, she now saw nothing but awe. His moans became quieter yet more ominous. Then a deep growl sounded deep in his chest. His baritone dropped so low that it almost sounded inhuman. She knew he was close.Seizing the initiative, Bev forcefully drove her ass down the entire length of his massive pole. The size queen knew what she wanted. Sometimes, once a gal worked herself all the way down a superstud’s fuck. A big thick ass and thighs will turn my head every time. But eventhought I have always felt that attraction, peer pressure always steered me towards the "normal" sized girls.Thanks to the internet, I have managed to watch my fair share of BBW porn, which always gave me pics for the spank bank. I work from home and my wife is an RN that works long days, so I get plenty of time home to myself. I could get into all of my fetishes associated with big girls, but it would just be easier to get on. She welcomed me and said tomorrow was her 70th birthday and did I fancy a drink at her house which was right next to where we were talking, as she went inside she left the door ajar.Steve looked at me and smiled “Is this the old bird you shagged a few years ago” “Yes and she’s horny as fuck” as we made our way inside. She motioned for us to sit down, she had a three piece sofa so I sat on one end with Steve on the other. She came in with a couple of beers and she had a drink in a glass, she sat.