He hugged me from back at the kitchen slab. He started kissing me on my neck and was playing his tongue with my ears. We had coffee in a same big mug ...y me sitting on his laps on chair. He was playing with my bouncy breasts. Then we got freshed up and dressed up.Sid: you are my sex goddess. Your hubby is very lucky to get you as his wife. Wow.. You are a slut .Me: what’s the use. Me and my hubby hardly have sex. He is not interested in sex (saddened)Sid: (shocked) what? Don’t worry.. I’m there. “knock, knock ” , he’s here. Just go to the door and be the filthy Tgirl he’s expecting you to be, I tell myself.The filthy tgurl knew she was ready, she’d been ready for so long in her mind to let go and be herself. Slowly she opened the door and stayed slightly behind it as he squeezed through the gap as soon as he could. Young Jess, the tgurl, could see and feel his large presence, as described he was a tall but tubby older Italian gentleman. Though not clean-shaven as his picture had. Ryan texted her about swim practice.Technically, Mr. Ryan wasn’t her coach anymore since she’d be changing schools in September. He wasn’t officially her history teacher anymore, either, but he’d been so nice to offer to help her keep up with her swimming practice during the summer. She knew it had as much to do with the fact that he liked seeing her in her swimsuit as anything else, but he was always nice to her and very good looking too. Plus, he was a good coach. She hadn’t even let him see. "I want to be your friend, but I am also going to be on your ass all the time. I want you get so comfortable with your body that you don't care if the weight is gone or not." Comfortable? With this?" Yup. You've got to learn that it's what you think about it that counts, not what your parents or anyone else thinks. With good food and the nutrition they use here and starting to work out, you'll probably be surprised how much different you can look. But it still doesn't matter. I'm going to be.