But looking at the bulge in his shorts I suddenly discovered that his weight problem didn't bother me. It looks like there's a fat hose in his pants h...nging almost down to his knee. Even through his clothing I saw it throbbing with each beat of his heart!Suddenly I want to fuck a fat man!!I caressed my tits for a moment. Then I turned my back to the three men, spread my legs about shoulder width apart and with my knees locked in position I slowly peeled my panties down my legs until they were. He just stared in disbelief for a long time. He couldn't believe that the woman in the mirror was him. After quite some time he was able to compose himself enough to walk back to the bed. He tried to sit down and misjudged the distance and almost wound up on the floor.Sitting on the bed he began to explore himself with his now tiny hands. He felt his breasts and his nipples. They contracted when the touched them. He found this fascinating since he'd never been with a woman. Then he. “Mind if I sit with you?” There was something about her tone, although I wasn’t sure what it was. Fear? Hope? Or maybe I was reading too much into it. Maybe she was just nervous. I certainly knew how that felt.I shook my head and waved towards the empty seats, too dumbfounded to speak. In all the time we’d been in the same school, I couldn’t recall ever having a single conversation with Clarissa Liddington. It wasn’t done. I was a Townie after all.There were two very clearly defined cliques at. Of course it was, and by the time graduation rolled around, the Gang ofFour was history. We barely spoke to each other, and never again werethe four of us together. I think we were ashamed to face each other.After all, only the four of us knew we had lied. As far as everyone elsein town was concerned, we had done nothing wrong. But we knewdifferently.Now the chickens were coming home to roost, I realized as I turned in alast-minute request for a couple of days off to attend my reunion..