Heather was so beautiful too and I bit my lip and I know my face was turning dark because there was something sexy about it, you know? Her breath was ...arm and humid and she'd move her head slightly from side to side, blowing across my little brown toes.I felt tingly inside and I didn't know why. Heather was a girl, just like me, except she was older and white, with that wild mane of blonde hair and bright blue eyes and her amazingly pretty face. I used to think all white girls were pretty, but. No underware, no shoes, no fixed hair. An empty coffee cup sat on the table next to her chair but it had gone cold hours ago. Now she sat there, looking at nothing in particular, remembering all the good times she'd had with Henri before he'd died and left her alone.No children.No family to come and visit her today.Only Neptune to keep her company as she sat in her chair and cried, clearly missing Henri.Occasionally she'd let her hand drift to her thighs, caressing them as she thought of Henri. He rested his foot on his other knee, and began inspecting his fingernails, clearly bored.Zooey wished she had worn something more formal, or at least pinned her hair up. What she had on, a blue floral dress with a cardigan and cute pumps, didn't exactly fit the situation, since the meeting was essentially a court hearing.“Would you care to explain to me what the fuck you were thinking, Eric?” A blond male said, leaning forward. He seemed calm, his voice was level, but underneath it Zooey. That was why she was so big and pear-shaped in the first place. I even came up with the nickname for her, "unicorn stomach". That's because she was always either horny or hungry. And she had already ate.So after we talked for a while there wasn't much time before she started fondling for my zipper, and I started squeezing her fat, wobbly ass under her jeans.I got undressed and laid down on the bed, like I always do for her. And she took off her jeans and sweater. Then she turned around and did.