He assumed that she might be in her menstrual cycle but the pad seemed quite small and white as it showed through her panties. He became aroused at th... sight of her. He leaned closer still to where his face was an inch away from her skirt hem.May God forgive my curiosity he muttered. Not only could he see all the way up under Helgas skirt… but now he could actually smell her, and feel the musky warmth under her skirt and the intoxicating intimate smell of her womanhood. His penis twitched. Now I'm not your hour glass figure model looking girl that most guys droll over. It wasn't until recently that I even found out what the term BBW was. I'm plus sized, bigger then average girl from a small town. I've always been told my eyes and smile are cute and gorgeous, but verbal compliments usually end there. If that ruins the story sorry I know I'm not everyone's cup of tea, but to the few that I am-boy is it obvious-to one in particular that I've always noticed-my bf's friend Dalton.. It took three rings before she heard the phone."Hello?" Hi, Willow. It's Ivy." Oh, hey. How are you?" Good. I was just going through the supply list."Willow laughed. "Me too. Great minds, huh?" Depends. Was your great mind thinking of a shopping trip?" For some things, sure. I think my brother may be able to lend me the rest. Do you want to try our hand at the shopping?" You bet." Ivy sounded determined and enthused. "And if I can get me a hunky salesman to demonstrate his, ahem, equipment,. I open the windows hoping to find a cool breeze without success. Opening the sliding door, I thought it would be nice to enjoy a bottle of wine from the little frig in the room and watch it rain. It seemed like the whole town was in darkness, so it was nice to watch the thunder storm from the balcony as it rumbled and crackled. After about 5 or so minutes, the door next to my room slid open, and a gruff looking man stepped out. He was a big guy, probably about 45-50 years old, a least 6’3” or.