I stood still, staring at her full figure. She was wearing a matching lingerie set, which was also navy-blue. The material was delicate and almost s...e-through.Her arse was totally exposed, due to the fact that the back of her knickers were nothing more than a string running up the crack of her cheeks. I always got confused between a G-string and a thong. But at this moment, I did not care what it was called. The view was magnificent.I leant forward and blew gently up her spine, which made. He was on top and grinding himself down against my erection. Things were moving so fast that I was out of breath. We barely stopped kissing and touching each other after our clothes were thrown around the room. “A-are you ready?” he gasped softly, looking down at me, his pretty eyes clouded with lust. The only answer I gave him was a sharp thrust into his incredibly tight entrance. The scream I got made a shudder run throughout my entire body and as I maneuvered him under me and held his legs. We would meet up in the pubs and clubs around town and, usually, get bladdered together. She was 11 years younger than me and almost a foot taller. She was definitely a BBW! She also had an unfortunate reputation for being an easy lay, a reputation that was not totally undeserved, even I had had to step around her outside the pub whilst she was giving some guy or other a blow-job or wank. On this night back in July,1994, I was 33yo, Fiona S. 22yo. We had been to a hen-party for our mate Rachel,. I have no savings. I used what little money I'd been able to put aside for emergencies just to keep us alive and keep a roof over our heads while I was suspended from my job pending my trial. We have no reserves to draw upon.We've been living from paycheck to paycheck for forever. Now we're even worse off because of the six weeks I was out of work pending my trial. I've lost a lot of money. I counted myself lucky that I was able to keep up with the rent and the utilities.Heather understood. She.