Honestly, I couldn't remember hername, but I knew she was fat, probably clinically obese, but she was atelevision star. I remember a show with a plus-...ized woman as the star.My mom used to watch it. It was called "Less Than Perfect". That was allmost needed to know about the thin culture in Hollywood.I accepted it because this was my chosen profession, and to be honest, Iliked the outdoorsy fitness types. The girls who would go jogging inLycra pants, showing off perfectly round asses, tight. I started to stroke her tits through her blouse. She did resist to this, but not as strongly as when I tried to put her hand on my cock. As we kissed I kept playing with her tits through her blouse and soon I was toying with the buttons, waiting for her reaction. I was pleased when she offered hardly any resistance so, buoyed up by that, I began to undo them. Soon I had her blouse open and was playing with her nipples through her bra. I knew I was winning as she started to moan softly and. I was totally oblivious to what she was getting at as I lifted her skirt the rest of the way up. Kelly’s body quivered as her panties were exposed to me. My eyes widened as I saw what looked to be a tucked back cock. Kelly then reminded me of what she had told me down at the hotel bar; she was a different kind of girl. I was in shock, yet intrigued, as I stared at the straining cock within Kelly’s panties. Kelly exhaled deeply as she hooked her thumbs into her panties. She was beyond the point. "Are you going to tell mom and dad?" Michele asked."Tell me about it first Michele," Bill said placing a soothing hand onher shoulder.Michele told her uncle about how his sisters dressed him as a girl andabout how she had come to love dressing as a girl and did so at everyopportunity."And no one knows?" Bill scooted up close to Michele."Well, now you do," Michele heaved and tears ran down her cheeks."And soon everyone else will I suppose," she cried"There, there," Bill patted her knee, his.