Her pants didn’t last much longer either, her fat thighs peaking through bigger and bigger holes in the legs, the seat of her pants ripping clean in...two. The sight of it all was enough for her, as it finally sank in how big and fat she was getting, moaning through a mouth full of food as her entire body shook and jiggled as waves of pleasure wracked her obese form as she came from the sensation of it all.Now feeling more refreshed, and still incredibly aroused, she resumed her stuffing with. She is always going here there and everywhere. So, I assigned a family soldier to watch her—read watch out for her not spy on her—whenever she was going to be gone from the house for any length of time. The Result? Carlo has come to me with the most humiliating news I had ever had to face. My wife was fucking my day job boss. I told Carlo to get me hard core proof.It took a couple of weeks, but Carlo had gotten the evidence: photos, videos, audio files; the works. She broke my heart.I went to. ”Rebecca laughed at that. “You’re so helpful and kind!”“That’s me, Jack Culverin, helpful and kind. Listen, if you want to get out of jail, the first thing you should do is apologize to your aunt and uncle. That will at least get you out of solitary and into general population. After that you can work your way up to parole and then freedom.”Rebecca nodded, and added, “And apologize to you. Mom said I needed to say sorry to you, too. I shouldn’t have been so rude.”Jack smiled and got out plates. At the Medusa buoy, it was fully light. Tom took over and brought Peewit as close to the wind as he could without 'pinching', but he could tell they couldn't 'make good' the course he wanted; they'd need at least one tack, possibly more if the wind continued to back."Would you like to go back to bed?" His question to Chrissie was neutral in tone."I'd rather stay up with you. I don't think I'd sleep without you, anyway," her response was tentative but genuine."That's nice. I'm glad," Tom told.