We chatted, until Uncle Ben ushered us into the dining room for, if you're crude, lunch. With this bunch, it's dinner or midday tea. Oh well, the food...was delicious, as was the wine served with the meal. So far the conversation had been light, on the side of feathery. Now came the pitch.Uncle Ben again congratulated us for our recent nuptials. Now that we were married he suggested I might wish to go back to school so I could learn the law or some other appropriate profession. Instead of me. As she grew still fatter and bigger, her mass already covering half the parking lot, crowds were gathering nearby, at a hopefully safe distance, watching what they thought was an impossible scenario: a woman eating and growing so visibly fat, she was easily weighing tens of thousands of pounds and still growing. Not to Denise Gainsmoar, though. No, she this was a dream for her, to grow as huge and fat as she could manage; and she was still just so damn HUNGRY. So she kept eating and eating, her. He came near me-stil standing his crouch was near my face he started rubbing it, over the pants. He was getting hard though he was 4m a lower income group but stil this voyerism was turning me on, he was constantly scratching over his penis (this scene is common in summer days in indian buses due 2 sweat) on next stop, seat next 2 me got vacant and he hopped immediately now he was on window side, nd me next 2 him in my lap I was having my college bag while looking outside he tried 2 touch my. She felt it fill her, she watched and wiggled her arse in a rocking motion over it. It was hitting the right spot every time. She was cumming and the sight of Dan thrilled her.The room around her was filled with her gasps and groans; echoing from the walls. Margaret fucked her toy. Her stare was intense, she didn’t want to miss anything but she needed to fuck her toy.Across the road, Dan pulled on his cock with strong, hard yanks of his fist. He could feel his spunk rise from his balls, his.