“Use her. Just like she asked them to. Begged them too, actually.”“Oh,” she replied, eyes going even wider as she felt her knickers being push...d aside and a noticeable amount of fumbling going on beneath me.“Look closely, Alice. Do you recognize her?”Alice peered down, leaning forward, elbows upon the balustrade, allowing her to lift myself up just enough that her companion could set his cockhead against the entrance of her pussy.“No, although she looks-“ she was interrupted as he grasped her. This probably was the begining of my liking for larger women, now referred to as BBW's and why I ended up marrying a woman taller and much heavier than me. During our marriage I told her about my cousins and for fun she would sit on me and taunt me to try and get her off. I never stood a chance as she was 15 stones compared to my 8 stones. As our marriage wore on these sessions turned more into punishments rather than the fun foreplay it started as. My wife would pick on minor excuses, such as. But sweetness, do you understand I want your first time to be special? It should be with someone you love, not with an older woman. But I love you. Dont you see? This would be special, perfect to me. She was torn. Her mind told her to turn away now. Her heart told her that he needed this. Her body told her that she needed this. Diane bent her head and kissed his sweet lips once more. Henry held her close, one of his hands dropping down to her ass, squeezing it. She ended the kiss, looking at. The black ragtop began moving immediately folding down into the boot, Claire’s eye opened wider and she barked ‘Jane No!’ I smiled wickedly at her and said, ‘Too late.’ Her hand pulled away from her pussy as she tried to straighten out in her seat I grabbed her thigh and stopped her saying harshly, ‘You’re fine just the way you are.’ She balked and said, ‘But what if somebody sees me?’ ‘They won’t,’ I answered still feeling her muscles bunched and tight, ‘Besides beautiful you not doing it for.