She was round and short and her caboose was jiggling every which way but loose when she walked up the steep staircase in school.She was dismayed at he... unwanted excess weight but the stuff her mom cooked was so delicious that she could never resist a second helping. It just seemed like there was some sort of trigger in her brain that told her “a little bit more won’t hurt”. When she was younger it didn’t really matter because all it meant was she wouldn’t be winning any races anytime soon on. She was quite comfortable with me being naked, I was not so comfortable.I said, Well, it's your turn now."She said, Oh yeah, and took her socks off.I was right. She had very nice feet. She went into the kitchen, and came back with a couple more beers and shots. While once again looking at my dick and balls she said she was really looking forward to stepping on all of my manhood.I got up and said, Okay, let's get this over with.She said, Not so fast, I like this, me with my clothes on, and you. ” And that, save a companionable nod, was that. He turned away at the next intersection. Sam and I ran in silence for a while. Such things happened a few times while I was in uniform. Hell, I did it a few times myself. It feels like a spy giving up his or her cover identity, but the only thing you really need to know is whether the person you're talking to is a ball of self-destruction. If they're not, community is good. Now that acceptance is a thing I'll be curious to see the percentage of. Or even twenty-five. Large breasts, plump lips, flawless skin, and her red hair was such a fiery hue, not the brassy almost brown locks I had. Precious had even inherited her green eyes from her father, my husband Mark. Everything about the girl was perfect.I had to get her to win. How else would she get famous?Precious came down the stairs, wearing three-inch heels that were open-toed to show off the vibrant toenail polish she had. Her hair bounced around her shoulders, the thin straps of her.