What’s happening?” Melanie shouted.“I don’t know, hon. We’ll be OK,” Jackie answered.The car doors closed once everyone was inside the car... and they sped off toward the center of the city.“I demand an explanation,” Jackie said.There was no response from the man sitting next to her, or the driver. She sat back and resigned herself to the fact no answers were coming from them. Jackie turned around and watched the second car follow them. Melanie’s head could be seen in the back seat and there. But the more I moved, the more I felt flooded by the fat meat that covered me.The point of greatest pain were my breasts, tortured by the weight of the fat woman that made me feel the hardness of the needle, which sagged from the weight of the fat woman making my breasts feel penetrated, destroyed in my most sensitive points. The fat woman got up when she felt that my being was going to disappear inside her and I would faint if she kept absorbing me. She walked to the door, got out and was back. Sometimes it pays off - sometimes not. Tonight was a payday, of sorts. The hotel in which I'm staying (my home away from home) often receives tour busses. Typically, it's older (65+ y/o) couples, with a few stray women in the group.I didn't pay much attention to my walk to get a soda, and had rather automatically hung out my junk through the opening in my loungers. Walking back with my booty, I was nearly to my room when a door opened. Here were two VERY mature ladies, dressed in their. I fell madly in love with the radio building. I wanted to move in the next day. It was that spectacular. There were three floors and each had a unique appeal to it. The first floor was going to make a spectacular formal living room. There was plenty of room for a special purpose area. It would be perfect for a person with a fancy hobby. The first floor also had partitions made of glass blocks sitting around.The second floor would make a great kitchen, with plenty of room left over for both,.