However, I did get quite a few calls from husbands. As I thought it was the money. I selected 10 which sounded the best. First was a guy called Harold... He said that his wife was just ordinary and could not believe that some guys actually prefer old fat ladies. I told him that there were and I would call round the following evening.Their home was on a council estate and looked ok. Harold answered the door and led me through to the lounge and introduced me to his wife. As he said , Joyce was no. She smiled to herself and headed for the escalator.Jake felt the familiar surge between his legs when he saw her, a delicious blonde in a flimsy little dress: oh such beautiful big tits, that dress is so tight, look at how those tits are pushing and trying to get out, I wonder if I could see anything from the side through her sleeves, oh wow what a short skirt, her legs are so creamy, ohhhhhhh...He saw her step onto the escalator going up, and he almost ran to get on behind her before anyone. He was feeling like being on a blind date, set by one of his friends with a girl. He was definitely in his mid-40 or even touching 50 and it was very nervous time for him.He looked at his watch for the 100th time and then looked all around as well. It was not at all nippy but the wind near water was feeling cold. It was also getting cloudier. There was another man at the far corner of the stairs near the door of the coffee shop, well dressed for the weather. Suddenly Jack felt cold and wished. I’ll tell u how… She was one hot girl, fit and all curvy. A bit darker in complexion, but dark has its own beauty. She had great boobs (I don’t go around with a measuring tape), a little bigger for her age, I felt. But that just made her all sexy and desirable. Her firm ass which she always made me to touch or feel them by my cock and thighs when she occasionally sits on my lap in solitude.. drove me all the more crazy about her. I was now aware of what she used to do during the summers back in.