I also carried the jacket we bought for Susan.Susan was waiting for us when we arrived at the cafeteria. Susan asked Pat "How was it?" Pat blushed and...just smiled reached over and squeezed my arm a bit. I presented the jacket to Susan saying, "We both have one just like this. So now we can be the 'Three Amigos'."Susan just radiated her thanks even before she verbally thanked me. Then we sat down to coffee and a muffin. As soon as Pat had finished her muffin and cup of coffee, she left to do her. Now just to be clear, I can understand the level of irony of referring to another “larger” woman as a whale, but that is something that developed between us and through our chats and through our love for each other. My whale loves to reveal her blubbery body to me, her sweaty folds glistening. She has shown me the depths that she will degrade herself to me (in private as most of it XH wont allow) and because of that I love her more because she is so willing to abandon any identity and totally. The next day was a Saturday, so I played with the cunt off and on all day. By late afternoon, Id fucked her three times with each orgasm better than the one before. Id pulled the cloth Id stuffed in her mouth and she started pleading with me to let her go, and, God, I loved hearing that so I let her plead and cry and scream a little while I did her over and over. I told her too, told her exactly what a fucking cum bucket slut she was and how much she deserved what she was getting. Just desserts. She gave a theatrical yawn."You know, you're right. I should take a nap!" Don't let me stop you!"Kevin closed the door to the dishwasher. Turning, he leaned back against the counter. Vicky liked the way his t-shirt was pulled a little tight, although she still couldn't see his nipples behind the blue fabric."So," he asked, hands gripping the countertop on either side behind him, "now what?"Vicky knew what she wanted to do. Wanting, and doing, was always a huge gap for her. If Bobby was here,.