She was in her office, and the nameplate on the desk said Courtney Smythe, special coordinating director, whatever the hell that was. I checked on Mr....Wilshire's location, and he was at his home out in the boonies.The first thing I did, was ask to see Ms. Smythe. The next thing was that her beauty in person was an almost psychical thing. She was absolutely beautiful. She had a lovely voice, and she spoke with a British accent. Everything about her was adorable. She escorted me to her office and. After ten or fifteen minutes we had both had a little nap and our hot bodies and breathing had almost returned to normal. I found myself rolled onto my left side again. Pete again was knealing on his haunches behind me reaching over, further this time. He reached down towards my bottom bed-side drawer. Where he pulled out my rabbit, he checked the batteries and settled back onto his haunches. Now he started to run his finger along the length of my body from just below my arm, across my waist. "Her pussy was dripping wet by now that my cock just slid right inside her wet cunt. She let out a loud moan as soon as my entire cock was inside her pussy. For an older mature BBW of her age, her pussy was still very tight and was hugging my cock as I fucked her nice and slow. Each thrust of my cock, her moans got louder as she moaned out loud "yes, oh god yes, fuck me baby. Fuck my pussy good!" As my thrusts got faster and harder, I watched as her huge tits and belly jiggled more and more.. . if it gets too crowded we’ll call daddy and get a bigger boat.”The day arrived ... at 8AM we arrived ... at 8:30, Wendy’s friends arrived... 1/2 hour late. We stood in the terminal and watched the commercial flight take off and head south.“Oh well. Now you know why it’s important to be on time.” Wendy said.“Well, let’s go.” I gathered up a years worth of luggage and headed for the door to the tarmac. Ben was waiting.“What’s all this crap? he said, eyeing the million pounds of suitcases. He.