He completely ignores her balls and shaft, until she is wet enough for him to mount her. She imagines him pounding away into her, unloading several ti...es in various positions before putting her back on her knees to fill her mouth with one final load. She turns kind of shy in the post afterwards stating how she would love if this could be a reality but is too scared to say anything to him. Wishing at the very least I could find out who she is, I decide to message her that I have a friend in that. I think the biggest thing is a passion not necessary staying shape it helps but that's a personal thing some of the happiest people I Know larger than most. I have just been reflecting on it and having something push me has helped me keep my head all these years and I have been having a great life not a lot of money but I'm not money driven I got into off-roading for years just got a jeep so I starting a little again no more huge trucks and even that though I was constantly working on my truck. I was doing up her jacket and reaching for her hat as Ingrid emerged from the bathroom. "Well, well," she said with a mischievous grin. "You've missed your calling." My face turned red with embarrassment as Ingrid settled into an armchair and crossed her long legs, looking me over from head to toe. She was wearing a flimsy pair of my see-through, low-cut panties and a silk camisole that revealed her pretty pink nipples. "Miss!" she grunted in a business-man voice, snapping her fingers. "What. I took my clothes and slipped into the ensuite, where I gave myself a quick wash up. I knew that theoretically, that there was tiny chance that a Patti could meet you at the door as you arrived home from work, and then you would get dragged off to the bedroom to get a good fucking. I just didn't expect that it could or would actually happen to me.I pulled on my clothes again, thinking hard, I guessed that my Patti would have an appropriate and a good reason for fucking me the way it had, but it.