I'm a full-bodied woman, rather tall and chubby, but still with the right proportions. I don't have a particular body ideal and instead try to look li...e the woman I'd want to fuck myself. After all, I'm fucking myself most of the time anyway.So I try to look sexy, but feminine, keeping a soft round body shape and just a sweet light air of sin about me. I'm proud of my deep auburn red hair which falls in thick curls down my back; so much so that I cultivate a thick bush of the same colour. Soon we were all at Ibera’s where she was totally mesmerized, gazing into a huge portal.We startled her, but, she quickly started talking excitedly, “Oh, I’m sooo glad you’re here! Bobby and his friends really need some help! I just don’t know what to do...”I chuckled, “Oh? What could they possibly need? I know Greg felt like he was taking way more than he felt they would ever really use.”Ibera looked nervous and harried. She gasped, “Here, let me back this up so you can see for yourself!”We. Then the corridor outside runs another twenty paces of smooth marble that’s always cold to the touch no matter what season, before we get to the staircase – and if one of the guards has had a particularly shitty day or is feeling in the mood to be a cunt, here’s where they’ll try to tip me on my ass. In any case, it’s six steps up; face left for twelve more, then right for another six; and suddenly the floor transitions back to luxury carpeting as we reach the residence’s private quarters. . I smiled and kept looking. After several minutes I noticed George had a pretty good tent going in his shorts. We were on holiday at this little resort. I liked it because you had a very few people here and a nice private beach, your own cabana and your own cabana boy or girl. George was our cabana boy, he was about fifteen, smart, okay looking and from the UK. I made a comment to him that I bet he gets lots of girls and probably has to fight off the ladies at this place. George blushed and.