Well I about split a rib as I explained to Jeff that this was no silly Home Interior or Tupperware party but was a ladies adult toy party. And to be p...rfectly honest I would love to be a mouse in the corner at this one. Jeff about dropped my beer as he handed it to me. “Fuck man. I did not even know my old lady was into that shit. I thought it was just us guys that choked our chicken now and then. I would not mind being a fly one the wall at that one myself,” he said with an evil grin. About. You’ve seen enough of my body to know that it’s rather voluptuous and far from perfect, and you’ve told me plenty of times that you’re attracted to real women, not waxed and polished Barbie dolls. But, even after all of this, the thought of finally being naked with you and doing all the things that we have fantasised about for so long terrifies me.I’m silently battling with these thoughts as you’re telling me a funny anecdote about the website we met on. As if sensing my concerns, you reach. “He screwed her, damn, I wish it was me!” I haven’t come to terms with how I feel when a date comes to his house. Several hours later, or perhaps the next morning, he walks her to her car and they hold each other tightly and passionately kiss. I witness it all as I stand at my window. I’m immediately filled with anger and jealousy. Even then, my pussy begins to moisten as I try to ascertain just how pleased she looks. And, to my disappointment, she always looks very pleased. I don’t know why I. There was no doubt that she was a hooker. She was a big girl with even bigger hips. Wide flaring hips that moved almost of their own accord. She was wearing a garish loudly colored dress that accentuated her ‘Coke Bottle’ figure and her availability probaly on the cheap. There seemed to be no one else at the intersection at this time of night so I just sat watching her move a little further off into the distance. What sold was … the incredibly massive butt that jiggled under her cheap frock..