We piss and moan about our weight problems, but in the end, we keep on doing the things that perpetuate the problem.So, where am I going with this? I ...m ... or was ... one of those people. I used to weigh two hundred sixty-five pounds. That's not so much if I were six-seven, but I am five-seven. Climbing the stairs to my second floor bedroom was an effort each and every time.That bedroom on the second floor was in the house where I used to live. I don't any more. My ex-wife decided that I was. Nahin mante ho to pooch lo.? ?kyon Anjlirani yaad hai na mere hathon ka sparsh? ?kab aa rahi hai mere bistar par?mai ye sab sun kar chupchap sir jhukaye wahan se gujar jati thi. Do maheene baad ki baat hai. Achanak shaam ko Brij ke factory se phone aya,?madam, aap mrs. Ssingh bol rahi hain???haan boliye? maine kaha.? madam police factory ayee thi aur Singh saahab ko gireftaar kar le gayee.??kya? Kyon?? meri samajh me hi nahin aaya ki samne waala kya bol raha hai.?madam kuchh thik se samajh me. The dildo, glistening and dripping with Natalie’s cum was in perfect view, the long, thick cock, covered in rows and rows of tiny bumps. Before Zoe’s brain had time to register, her world caught back up to her and her pussy exploded, taking her mind with it. Her plunging fingers hit her G-spot, her mind reeled, her pussy spasmed, her juices ran down into her hand, down her thighs, and dripped onto the carpet. She was vaguely aware that she was moaning loudly as she collapsed under her shaking. Both of them were very happy with the stair lifts and kept thanking us. After that the conversation turned to the break-in at my place and where we had been. We described the whole experience in detail and the outcome and our plan to build a new house on the ranch. Bob was concerned that I was moving away and I went on to explain that I had to spend at least a week a month working at the Lab so we would be in town.About an hour and half later we managed to leave and go home. Once there we.