She was a cute and sweet young gal that always seemed happy and on the verge of giggling. She was in her early twenties and had a one-year-old son. Di...pers lived with her parents who helped her care for her baby. She carried around a few extra pounds and, though not overly fat, she was nicely rounded. Like most heavier girls, she had a wonderfully large set of tits. I was beginning to really appreciate bigger girls and their big tits. The first time I picked Diapers up for a date, her father. I spoke to him afterwards and told him I wouldn’t be charging him. He sat there and began to cry. He told me he had five children and had no idea how he was going to support them. I felt awful but even whilst looking at this once proud man crying, my thoughts drifted to her.That night I finally got some sleep, but not much. Inevitably I dreamt of her. Part of the dream was wonderful, I was holding her in my arms and tenderly kissing her. It then turned a little strange; I was with others in a. I heard him groan before he removed his fingers from my mouth and trailed them down my body, reaching my cliterous. He rubbed it skillfully and I moaned out heavily. He then inserted two fingers into my crying delta and bent down to suck on my juices. His tongue flicked my clit and his fingers moved around looking for a certain spot, angling around until he found it. My moans pitched higher as his tongue and fingers worked together to throw me over the edge. The sheer pleasure was overwhelming. "Definitely," Claire confirmed, handing Sierra and I some towels so we could cover up. "It's going to be a piece of cake to edit, and I'm sure you two are going to love the results." "Well that's good," I said, "I would hate for all of this to have been a waste!" Sierra giggled and gave me a shove while Claire pointedly ignored my comment and told us to get showered and dressed. Sierra and I made our way to our bedroom and took a quick shower together. It might have been a little longer.