But when she reached the door, she couldn't believe her eyes. Her likeness was painted in front - and she had a beard! Stranger, she could see a brand...new poster, which read "LOUISE - THE WORLD'S FATTEST BEARDED WOMAN". Startled, she opened the door and found the acrobat inside. "Hello, miss. Would you mid telling me what's going on?" Not at all, Louise," she replied. "My name is Amy, and I should tell you you're not just a fat lady, you're a fat bearded lady. That's why Mr. Bailey wanted a man. Again she put me down on the bed, more forcefully this time. Before joining me she slipped off her panties. “What the fuck are you waiting for?” she asked. I had become so entranced in the sight of her divine body I had forgotten to remove my own clothes. Eagerly I stripped down. “That’s better” she said, joining me on the bed. I was on my back and she threw one leg over me. She was now on top of me, grinding her pussy on my dick and I could barely take it. I wanted her. I wanted to be inside. So I lay back and enjoyed Mike’s play with my meat. As he did so I reach down and, as I did during the night, held and squeeze his hard member and slowly stroked it. He played with my balls and cock for a good while but all good things cum to an end and I did cum to an end, arching my back, bucking my hips and groaning as I shot and flowed more cream onto my chest and stomach until I was sperm spent.As I lay there he moved and straddled my thighs, kneeling over my groin. I released him and he. I cupped her breasts through the material of her top.What I was doing was absolutely wrong, wrong, wrong, but going by the physical evidence it felt right, right, right. Beverly's breasts were perfect palmfuls. The nipples against my palms felt like magic buttons. Push gently. But maybe they were dials that needed to be twisted a little. Or knobs you pulled out a tiny bit to turn on the juice. My god, she was like a gothic romance--her bosom was actually heaving. Her blouse was a strapless.