I could feel his breathon my neck and it was sending waves of pleasure through me.Once the zip was done I leaned back and he embraced me with his hand...roaming my body.One hand began to massage my nipple through the material of my dress andbra."You need to gets some falsies for these." He continued to caress mynipple as his other hand explored my belly; moving down. I found myselfrelaxing into his strong embrace and sighing a "Yes" as he explored mybody.His hand found my boner and began to. I feel like fireworks are going off in my head as her tiny mouth pushes onto my cock. I forget we are in a small bathroom as her head starts to bob up and down, with her hands now fondling my balls. I try to keep quiet, but I just can’t take it. I start moaning the more she works my cock. I don’t even know if this is a good blowjob, but I don’t care. I grab her head as I try pushing her harder. Her throat vibrates and she grabs my ass, trying to get it farther in her mouth. “I am about. I looked at the clock and was surprised to see that over an hour had past since I got back to my room. The voices moved towards the front of the house and then the front door opened and closed. I heard my sister go back into her room. Well, that was that. I wondered if I'd ever see Lisa again. I also wondered what they had been doing for the past hour, but there wasn't much chance of my sister ever sharing that with me.The next day at school was uneventful. When I got home the house was empty.. And I’m not the only fat one around. The low-lifers…[that’s what the employed call us non-employed bunch]…well we don’t get real food…we get rations. Those that work for the Conglomerate get the good stuff…fresh meats and fruits…vegetables and I’ve even heard they have real milk. And most qualify for rudimentary DNA adjustment, so even the lower echelon assholes have rock-hard abs and perfect hair. None of them are fat or ugly. If you work, you got it made. But if you don’t, then you eat.