They were breathing heavy, both had their eyes closed as her hands felt over his stomach before circling to climb up his back. She was the first to o...en her eyes, waiting patiently until he did the same and slowly slid her aqua green shirt up and over her head dropping it behind her. He stared at her in awe and his hands reached forward to cup her large breasts eliciting a soft moan from her lips. His hands made small circles on her breasts and he bent down his tongue tracing the line of her. “If I didn’t like your dress, would I be in this state right now?” he asked, motioning toward the growing tent in his pants. Lanie flashed him a sexy smile and he approached her, stopping when he was close enough to put his hands on her hips. “You haven’t seen the back view yet,” Lanie reminded him and slowly turned around. Logan forgot to breathe as he took in the sight. Her ass. Holy fucking hell. He had been hard before she’d turned around but his cock was now rock solid… and his palm had. Her face was puffy and thanks to the treadmill time — a bright shade of red. Her normally perky 38C breasts — one of her only redeeming features in her mind — were currently contained in a tight sports bra. Her ankles, though muscled, were far too thick and ended in pair of far too big size 11 feet. The self-consciousness over her weight had galled her into joining the gym. She had been overweight and unhappy about it as long as she could remember. In her twenty six years she had learned that. I haven't talked to anyone about what happened. I don't like reliving that weekend."Roger started to answer her but she gently put her hand over his mouth, "I'm sorry that I couldn't have sex with you last night; I'm just not ready for that. Thanks for not trying. One of these days I'll get the demons out of my head and be able to have a relationship."Roger changed the subject and they lay in bed talking for a long time about whatever came into their heads. Janice talked for a long while about.