People, the kind ones, say I have a pretty face and a bubbly personality. I try sometimes to convince myself that I am big-boned or that I my size is ...ue to some quirk of nature, like my glands. But the simple truth is that as a teen I lacked self confidence and took solace in food and sweeties. My parents even tried to convince me that it was just “puppy fat” and that I would soon “grow out of it.”So you can see that when a hot young guy comes and asks me, by name, for a date it's only normal. She bucked and arched her back as she was penetrated deeper than she had ever been before. I paused while she adjusted to the feeing of being truly full, then started to pump myself in and out.She was hot , wet and very tight as I fucked her there and then on the table. Her tits wobbled and bounced as I got faster and faster. Harder and harder I fucked her, as I slipped her legs up onto my shoulders, slipped my hands down under her ass and lifted her slightly from the table. My hands grasped. Giving me a small peck on the cheek and making soothing noises. She offered that it had happened to her a few times and not to worry. “We’re all girls together she said come on we’ll have a great time at the camp site and you’ll forget it ever happened”. We got to the camp site at dusk and unpacked our gear including a rather nice bottle of vodka schnapps. As we pottered we had a few swigs straight from the bottle and my mishap grew to a more distant memory. Finally we zipped ourselves in. She came out of the bathroom wearing a nightgown. I guess I was staring a little too hard."What are you staring at, Steven?" I, uh, well can't a stare at a good looking woman?" Oh, you!" She laughed. "Are you coming to bed?" She realized what she had said and laughed."Listen to me!" I smiled at her warmly. There was definitely something in the air."Mom, I don't sleep in pajamas, you know. I don't even have any with me."She thought for a moment and answered me. "Well, I think I can handle seeing.