. I'm Rita, Sir. Rita Gonzales." Well then, Rita, go back out into the hallway. There's a smaller door to the right of the door to this office. That's...the Confessional. Go in and sit down and I'll hear what you have to say."Rita remembered how awful her last confession had been... when her family was still in the Catholic Church. It was right after she'd let a boy go all the way with her, when she was twelve and just developing breasts. The priest had made her tell him everything in detail and. These tables were sheltered from the afternoon sun by an extended canopy that was also new to me.My family played host to Tilly's. My sisters had taken over the kitchen. They were busy cooking up an impromptu feast with the assistance of my sisters-in-law. It was going to be a late lunch. Their daughters were doing the fetching and carrying, while Tilly's extended family dug in. It was obvious that they hadn't had a home cooked meal in ages."I'm sorry..." I started to say as I sat down across. " I grabbed the nozzle, but she held on tight. In the ensuing struggle, we both got entirely soaked. Finally she regained control and sprayed me again. I bent down and bent the hose, restricting the water flow. "Truce!" I called laughingly. As we grinned at each other, I noticed that I could see her tits through the soaked tee as clearly as if they were naked. The sight gave me an instant hard-on. Looking up to her face, I saw she was as mesmerized by my shorts as I was by her shirt. I let go. ’ She used a felt marker to draw an arrow to the horizontal line representing her height. ‘Last week you were 231 pounds, right here.’ she drew a cross in the red part of the graph. ‘This week you are 222 pounds so you’ve moved over here.’ She drew another cross in the red part of the graph. Lindsay was horrified. The red part of the graph was for obese people. She knew she was fat, but obese? It was a very rude awakening. Lindsay never weighed herself and avoided doctors like the plague, so.