”They both glanced down at the old dilapidated trunk, part of a myriad collection of items in the second hand store.“Any idea where it came from?�...� asked Rhonda.“Afraid not. I got it in an estate sale last week. There were no heirs so it and the rest of the estate were being sold by a liquidation company. Most of what you see came from there.”“Well, I can’t wait to see what’s inside.”“That lock looks pretty imposing,” opined the saleswoman, nodding toward the old, previous century hasp, heavy. Sometimes I would even feel a stirring in my jeans if I let my mind wander too far.Soon I could hear a little snore. I knew she was sleeping. And it didn’t surprise me. She must be exhausted after that. Just the crying alone. As she lay there I watched her sleep. I suddenly caught myself watching her chest rise and fall as she breathed. She was wearing a tight white low cut sleeveless “T” and I swear if she weren’t wearing a bra I would have almost been able to see her nipple. I mentally. Seems kind of like ****, y'know." I would've been okay with it." Well since you're awake now, lets fuck anyway. She turned around and gyrated her ass against my cock. I grabbed my rod and tried to penetrate her. It certainly seemed tighter than I remembered. "Whoa!" she yelled. "That's the wrong one!" Sorry, I swear I didn't do it on purpose." Bullshit," she said as she guided me into the hole nature intended me to be in.I slowly pushed my cock in and out of her while playing with her nipples.. Whatever it was, was new to her, but she felt this unknown determination within herself to clear up whatever it was that sat in the back of her head telling her that. “Jack…how uhhh would I know if I’m uhhh fat or not fat?” she asked. Sitting there facing him she wore this extra large t-shirt over her. She had on shorts but he did not even think her legs, especially her thighs, were fat. “I don’t know. I guess the only way is for another person to look at you, look at your body, and just tell.