I'm overweight, obese, a fatty. Hey, I was 200lbs on my 13th birthday. How's that strike you? Yeah, I know what you're thinking, damn look at that fat...ass. Well, you'd be right. Who's going to want to pick a 14 year old fat ass boy as their fucking concubine?I pick up the plastic card that sealed my fate. Seriously, like I asked the fucking guidance counselor, what chance does a 14 year old 5'10" 225lb kid, with no friends and no parents have? None, nada, zip, zilch, zero. Any way you say it,. Perhaps in a few months? James wasn't willing to wait. The experience with the police and the repeated harassment of the last few days had been the last straw. He looked again at the printed sheet. A five year contract seemed like a long time. "It's your choice," said Becky. She scowled at James. "Do you want a sponsor or not? If not, can we bring this to a close? I've got quite few interviews to go through this morning and there will be plenty of people interested in this even if you. ”“So you keep me at arm’s length, but you want to make love?” I asked.Jocelyn started crying, which was NOT something I would have expected from her. She was always the strong one, and now she wasn’t. I didn’t know if it was her injuries, the accident itself, me, our having made love, her, or, most likely some combination of all of them. I simply held her while she cried. It was a good ten minutes before she sat up and got a tissue to blow her nose.“Will you do something for me? Something. Besides, you have the best looking pussy I’ve ever seen. It’s not a big old gash like some women in the tribe. Come on, let me see it,” he insisted impatiently. Silver Quail sat on the rock, which served as his examination table, and lifted her skirt. He sank between her knees and touched her pussy. She hissed as his cool hand contacted her warm flesh. He looked closer and opened her pussy lips. She felt the soothing cold air enter her pussy. “That feels good,” she.