V. and eat. Wheneverything started I was 345 lbs. Now I ballooned past the 400 lbs. thatthe scale in my room could measure. For the most part I just w...re nightgowns and tent dresses. I only wore panties during my period just to holdthe kotex, but I became dependent on my bra. My breasts had turned intolong udders and although it was hard on my back walking was easier if theywere supported. My thighs were developing layers of saddle bags turning mywalk into a waddle. My arm flab sagged under all. He slipped his tongue gently between her lips, and she invited him in, her tongue searching for and meeting his. His hands slid down her arms and caressed the sides of her breasts on its search for the bottom of her t-shirt. His hands found the bottom and snaked underneath it, caressing her stomach and sliding her shirt up, tugging it off. He dipped his head to her breasts and used his tongue to trace the curves near the top of her bra. She arched her back as his hands slid beneath her and. For a good thirty seconds she showed him her full frontal view of her tits, he swerved initially but managed to regain control.Then she covered up and pointed to a service sign, she indicated she wanted to pull in and he immediately nodded. He began to indicate and slow to a stop whilst with charlady laughing we continued along the road actually speeding up.Soon we approached the sign posts for the St Olaf's Beach, and five minutes later we pulled into a car park. Pulling up as near to the. "I have a lorry, Bill has an antiquated and possibly none too reliable BMW and Jim has his latest pride and joy, a Bentley. Take your pick, ladies - the final stage of your gynaeco-masonic pilgrimage is about to commence!"Gwendoline risked Jim's displeasure by bestowing a lingering and drippingly wet kiss upon Roger's hungry lips and the party prepared to embark on the final stage of their journey.The three girls took their places beside their respective men and the convoy proceeded to a lay-by.