" Thanks, Sandi, you sure know how to make a girl feel good about herself. Where would I be without you?" Think nothing of it. After all, what are fri...nds for?"Matilda was thoroughly disgusted. With the world. With fate. With herself.She had a pockmarked face and a big fat ass. She was ungainly and lacking in social skills. Never mind that she was warm, loving, and, somewhere underneath it all, recklessly passionate. At 38 she was still a virgin.Her last attempt at a relationship, some years. From the very first feelings I had about my sexuality I realised I had a strange fetish toward older men, the fatter, the hairier the sweatier the better, well within reason but I understood this fetish very well so much so that I avoided almost all contact with people my own age or younger than me in any sexual manner it was something that didn't turn me on at all and was definitely out of my comfort zone unless I was extremely desperate, so this particular day was a Saturday morning and I was. I imagine that even at the fish market everone can smell how hot and wet my girls are from my plan.I walk my women around old town, two yummy young blond beautiful bitches, ready to be eaten from.We have a lot of foxy fun down there, soon up our place preparing our table of tasty tapas for three.We discuss the dressings, all based on mixes of spiced pussy juice, some whipped white come added.We keep playing with each others during cooking our dishes, my girls trying to fulfil all my wishes.We. ." Uh, that's okay," Maria said, nodding slowly and sounding as fucked as Nick looked. "It's normal. It's...completely normal. Uh...Let's just..." She was about to give the bags back to Nick, but before she could, John came outside, saying, "Mom, can I have some of the—?" He stopped behind Maria's giant ass. "What's wrong?" "Uh, nothing," Maria said, sounding extremely nervous. "I was just, uh, wondering if Nick needed some help. He doesn't, though. I was just asking." Oh," John said, a.