She went to her room and changed her dress to a nighty,and called me,i went to her room and stood in front of her,she said come on remove ur dress,i w...s in shy to remove my dress but she said don’t be shy,I removed my dress and stood naked before her,she too removed her drawer and slept on the bed on her back, she said come on while she was lifting her nighty up,by seeing her hairy swollen pussy my cock erected to 90 degrees and went near her.and slowly inserted my dick into her pussy it was so. We piss and moan about our weight problems, but in the end, we keep on doing the things that perpetuate the problem.So, where am I going with this? I am ... or was ... one of those people. I used to weigh two hundred sixty-five pounds. That's not so much if I were six-seven, but I am five-seven. Climbing the stairs to my second floor bedroom was an effort each and every time.That bedroom on the second floor was in the house where I used to live. I don't any more. My ex-wife decided that I was. I was trembling really bad and scared shitless. I still had no idea what sort of trouble I had gotten into until my Aunt Wendy ordered me to remove my clothing. Now, my Aunt Wendy was about 19 at the time and had a set of huge titties that didn't sag at all with big brown nipples. She had an hour glass figure but always made sure that she covered her voluptuous body real good. As I started to remove my clothing she proceeded towards the edge of the bed and sat down. She then told me to stand in. That’s when I started to formulate the plan, first thing… get her to sit down with me. That hurdle ended up being a lot easier than I had anticipated.So as we were sitting at a table talking about all sorts of common stuff I noticed she was really fidgety, not uncomfortable fidgety but, more like constantly crossing and uncrossing her legs, I could hear her sandals making a sliding noise on the tile floor. In the back of my mind I knew I had to figure out a way to use this to my advantage. So.