After the service we did not have a reception at the house. It was just Aunt Shannon, dad and us. Aunt Shannon eyed dad cautiously. And dad wondered a...out her. Aunt Shannon became an occasional guest at the house for about five years before dad left. When dad left, she was at the house more often. She was a good friend to mom.Shannon put together a small meal for us and we sat mostly in silence. After dinner we cleaned up and went into the living room. Conversations were very limited with each. . Yaar main such keh raha hoon aur tum lund ka nahi maan rahi ho to suno bacha bhi yahin se nikalta hai ab bolo wo kaisew niklta ho ga ager ye nahi ja sakta. . . . Sarim kya tum such keh rahe ho kya wakei bacha yahin se nikalta hai oh my God lakin ye kaise mumkin hai haan ye bhi to ho sakta hai auroon ki mujh se ziyada khuli hui ho aur Khuda ne meri tight banai ho aur shayed mujhe bacha nahi hona ho. . . kiun ke humare muhale main aik aurat hai jis ka aik bhi bacha nahi hai us ki bhi meri. Well, unsurprisingly, guy after guy went by, all probably thinking the same about me as I thought about them, until a young man appeared in a gorgeous pink basque, barely there knickers, and matching stockings and sussies. Click "next" I thought and move on.Except I didn't click "next".My finger hovered but just would not click.And I was suddenly aware of a quickening of my heartbeat. This wasn't on at all, not my sort of thing but I thought I'd wait and see what a fool he made of himself. Have you really looked at yourself in themirror lately?" Well, I guess I hadn't so I got up and lumbered intothe bathroom and look at myself and was shocked. I hadn't put on anymakeup for weeks, and my hair was a mess, and my face looked sort ofpuffy so I got on the scales and found that my weight had balloonedfrom 135 up to almost 155 and I had this small white roll of fatbulging out over the tops of my jeans, and I hadn't bothered to puton a bra and my fatty tits were just sagging and.