For as long as I can remember I've always had a thing for big girls. The bigger the better. A big thick ass and thighs will turn my head every time. B...t eventhought I have always felt that attraction, peer pressure always steered me towards the "normal" sized girls.Thanks to the internet, I have managed to watch my fair share of BBW porn, which always gave me pics for the spank bank. I work from home and my wife is an RN that works long days, so I get plenty of time home to myself. I could get. "What does this say?"Anne read the tag and sighed. "I'm not going to Dad's store dressed as Fiona from Adventure Time."Now it was Kevin's turn for his eyes to roll. "The skirt. Fiona from Adventure Time wears a plain blue skirt, it's a pair of plain clean bottoms. Problem solved."Anne looked directly into Kevin's eyes. "I am -not- going to Dad's store in a skirt."Kevin laughed and unzipped the bag. "It's this skirt, stinky pants or..." he pointed to the other cosplay garment bags, each one. He braced himself not to be intimidated, and set off down the corridor looking around and listening for his daughter's voice coming from one of the rooms.An African further down the corridor pushed away from the wall, lifted a beer to his lips and stepped tentatively towards David Burton. David watched him carefully. The African saw he had David's attention and grinned at him.Then he reached down and rubbed his loins."You want some bwana?" he chuckled, miss-stepped and bumped the wall."Buy me. He wore a pair of shorts, sandals and a nice polo shirt. He got in his truck and drove over to Ann Marie's house.She was sitting on the swing chair on her porch. As he pulled up, she stood and walked to the steps.Jacob got out to greet her. He could only stare. When she was at school, she tended to dress conservatively. Not frumpy or matronly, but she wore clothes that radiated authority rather than sex appeal. After all, it was hard enough to keep the attention of adolescent boys without.