I'm not into things like that and anybody else will have to go through me."She smiled up at me. As much as she succeeded in being her own woman, stron... and independent, she still craved comfort and protection. I was glad to be that person. We drove along that way in a relative silence, comfortable in each other's company. Soon, I saw a truck stop just off the highway. I was feeling tired so we pulled in off to the side and went back to take a nap.Three hours later, we were back on the road. We. His size scared me for a minute. Would it fit? Would it hurt? Neither of us had time or the need for foreplay. I was wet just looking at his cock. I wore a short skirt and a thong that day, so clothing was not much of an obstacle. With my tiny skirt around my waist, Bobby nervously fumbled trying to get my bra off. After tugging on my thong, pulling it down over my ankles, his face turned red, perspiration pouring off his forehead. After several failed attempts to get his cock in, I finally. And getting dirty spots on them that people point at and laugh, since I can’t see them. I don’t see many of my girlfriends anymore. All they want to do is laugh at me and talk about my tits and ass. They are so jealous. I get so tired of the reactions of women and children when I go out in public. I hate wearing a poncho to hide my tits. And I cannot find any tops or bras to fit my boobs, so they must be specially made for me.” “My wet spots are so much worse than they used to be. It. ‘Now get back here boy and open up that ass!’Henry pushed immediately, the huge head disappearing in one go. Again I watched rapt, as her ass stretched and then retracted back around his girth. He continued to push hard and the whole of his cock went in up to the balls. A stifled scream came from my wife and her body tensed – but there was nothing she could do! Henry then proceeded to pump as hard as his huge overweight frame would allow. On each outward stroke, Jackie’s ass would be dragged.