I stripped down to just my black panties and a t shirt, put soon music on and sat my desk. I tried to write but I kept thinking about my ex and his bo...y and his big heavy cock. I lay on my bed and started to finger myself under my panties. I went into my phone and opened an old folder with a few naughty pics we took when we were together. His cock in my pussy, his cock in my hands, his cock in my mouth. I was hugely turned on.I completely lost track of time and next thing I knew the door bell. "You're cold," I said. "You have goose bumps. Stand closer to the fire."Heather moved nearer. I stepped behind her and started to rub her back despite her previous objection."The friction will make your back warm," I explained.We were silent for a while. She was tense."I think I see a pussy," I said."What?" she said."In the fire. A pussy cat." Oh."I continued to rub her back which felt warmer to me. I hoped it felt warmer to her."How's the back rub feel?" I asked shortly."Pretty good." Just. “What figure?” she’d ask in a tone suggesting she was not happy at all. “I don’t have a figure! I don’t have a body! I’m just one fat girl!” she’d bark out. However, if she’d lose just ten pounds of it, you’d see that there was a figure. You’d see her curves all over that body. She’d have a waist. She’d have big hips. She’d have nice round and big tits. And although she had a sizeable ass and thighs she would still have a body men would dream of being with. He came in from out of town. He was a. She was crying and babbling, taking gasping breaths, trying to fill her lungs with oxygen. I crawled up to her level, took her in my arms and comforted her. ‘It’s alright, Donnie. You’ll be okay honey. Just relax sweetheart. Just relax.’ She threw her arms around my neck and began kissing my check, my lips, my throat. ‘Thank you, Andrew. Thank you! Oh, honey I never even imagined anything like that. Oh God, how did I live through that? I can’t believe it. Where did you learn that? Thank you.