Sally put the end of the cucumber to Jess’ pussy and then slid it in slowly, watching as Jess’ pussy was stretched to more than ever before. Jess ...oaned as she felt the makeshift dildo penetrate her, feeling it deeper inside her body. She went past the 6 inch mark, then 7, 8 and finally nine inches, all the way in with Sally holding the bit at the end. ‘Ooooohhhh, fuck. I feel so full…’ Jess moaned and then groaned some more as Sally slid it out and then back in again, fucking Jess’ pussy. It. I said fine and she came to Mumbai after a month. I had my apartment cleaned up for her. It was five when she arrived and of course she was tired and all. I put on the geaser got some breakfast. I felt like I am going to spend time with somebody who is sick and I have to act doctor after making sure she had all that she needs for day I left for office. It was six when I came back she made tea for me and we sat in hall watching TV. I looked at her still the same sad look so I decided to take her. Or at least the story of one afternoon a few summers ago in a Travelodge on the west bound side of the M4. Every word I write here tonight will be the truth. It all happened. I hope that in reading it, those of you who face life alone will be encouraged to believe that there IS someone out there who shares your fascination for the outer edges of sexual bliss and that it is only a matter of time before the two of you collide. I was at the time in my late fourties and trapped, like so many of us. If I developed enoughfemale fat I would not be able to hide it and would be able to throw-offthe male-drag I have worn for my entire life.I want to have an exaggerated female form. I want to turn heads. I wanthaters to give me their best shot because I would be a confident beautifulfat woman. I know there are mean people who make fun of larger women, butI wonder how thrilled I would feel to be called a "fat girl" or havesomeone make fun of my huge butt. I have read so many fat-positive.