She would also be given a safety word that she could use at any time, although using it would end the event and render her liable to pay the full cost...of the event. Again, she thought that was fair, and ticked her agreement.As her hand hovered over the "send" button, she wondered when she had decided to go ahead with the idea? No matter, it was enough that she had decided. She checked briefly to make sure she had ticked all the necessary boxes, including her preferred dates, then sent the. He had lusted for her, but hadn't really loved her. How could he? She was fat. Grossly fat. So fat people made fun of her to her face. In public. Fat! And that huge ass of hers. That ass he had so enjoyed bouncing against when he took her from behind. That ass that he had wanted so badly to fuck, and that, on one memorable night she had opened to him... that ass that made his face burn with embarrassment when his buddies made jokes about it. Being with her was damaging his rep. So he really. “You’re doing all this shit, making moves, I try to kiss you and you move. I try to touch you and you stop me. I’m too old for this shit.” “Oh really?” she asked, as I saw her jaw clench with irritation. “Fine,” she said with some force, and pushed me against the wall. She walked over to the side of her bed, peeling her shirt off as she walked. She turned around and faced me with a look that would melt steel, showing me her pert little rack. Then unbuttoning her shorts, she dropped them to. Jenna looked up at me with those big, gorgeous eyes as wide as I'd seen and made a small cooing noise; her eyes narrowed mischievously. We kissed hard again. Jenna's hands clawed at my back and gripped my shoulders tightly. Our lips were mashed together, our tongues were dancing and I felt the shivers of her body through my fingertips. I smelled the lovely aura that surrounded her and tasted the strawberry on her lips and her tongue. She was almost too much to handle. I slid my hands down her.