My normal outfit would consist of a black polo neck with a high collar, that way an army haircut didn’t seem as bad. I wore a black leather jacket w...th poppers, not a zip, zips could get stuck and if you were trying to grab a pistol from a shoulder holster, a sticking zip is the last thing you want. I also had on flared jeans with doc martin boots, the flared jeans also meant that if I was sitting in a car I could place the pistol inside my doc martins and it would still be fairly near my hand.. Luke moves down behind and slides his cock Into her pussy, He starts fucking fast and hard, He hits her arse, fuck back on me bitch he yells, he hits her again, Shes already In pain she doesnt want more so she starts movin her hips back onto him, There fucking hard, Jay getting ready to blow In her mouth, Micks whining hurry up Luke I Want some pussy to you know, Luke fucks faster He's pumpin into her pussy as Jay fucks her mouth, Jay pushes down her throat and cums, swallow bitch, she does,. “He’s a giant!”She totters away on her stubby little legs - then slowing to a walk and coming back in a tight circle, returning with a big smile over her face. She was trying to act like she was running away in terror - but she looked more like a munchkin trying to follow the start of the Yellow Brick Road!The big dog follows her through her circular walk, curiously watching the way she walks – this is something he’s never seen before and he really can’t decide what it is ... But he looks like. This probably was the begining of my liking for larger women, now referred to as BBW's and why I ended up marrying a woman taller and much heavier than me. During our marriage I told her about my cousins and for fun she would sit on me and taunt me to try and get her off. I never stood a chance as she was 15 stones compared to my 8 stones. As our marriage wore on these sessions turned more into punishments rather than the fun foreplay it started as. My wife would pick on minor excuses, such as.