The Confederacy hit the hotel they were staying in and extracted him, so he never came back. All I got was a text from him to say sorry –- he'd take... some girl from the hotel instead of me. That left me stuck with no sponsor. That was a real bummer. The good sponsors had filled all their slots by then, so only the retards had any spaces left." What about new sponsors?" I asked, tying to move things away from her loss. "The ones who'd just turned fourteen?" I tried, but there was a lot of. ‘No’ I hear her muffled scream, muffled by the flesh of her legs crushing my head. She pushes at my forehead, trying to force my retreat. Her vaginal muscles contract on my finger exquisitely. I ache to feel it on my cock. I ease up but don’t let her go. I softly stimulate, sending shudders of joy through her. Over time the severity lessens and finally she relaxes enough to release me. I pull back and look at the job I’ve done. I turned her cute little pussy into a swollen drooling, cock-hungry. She obeyed knowing if she didn’t, she’d be forced anyway. She let go of herself and lifted her large fatty arms. Her ample breasts sagged forward, the aureolas stretched out like large brown pancakes, the nipples pointing down touching her swollen, flabby belly. Her paunch folded over her mound, the thick black curly hairs clearly visible between her large thighs. Mike reached forward and pulled the now useless panties from her slit, the fabric seeming to disintegrate like the rest of her. We stopped, didn't move from our position, her nails digging harder in my back. She was afraid. The dark silhouette of Joey's frame moved away from the bed as he groggily left the room where a few moments later the kitchen light turned on. I pulled out of her and she too sat up breathing heavily, but it wasn't over. We stood slowly from the ground, trying not to make a sound, my heart was beating hard, I wrapped my arms around her from behind and could feel her heart racing while she stared at.