" Muriel maintainedthere must have been a mistake about her date of birth since she felt nota day over 50. Her problem there was that her daughter was...definitely 45,but on this particular morning Muriel was in very good health for amature woman who was on the wrong side of 200 pounds. She carried thegreat majority of her ladylike bulk in her longline bras and reinforcedgirdles, which converted her weight into curves of matronly proportions;a side of her nature which appealed so strongly to men. Molly was naturally smart and a good student, but when it came to having to look at Colin Scott three days a week while he lectured about eighteenth century art, she had her work cut out for her. He was 6’3 to her 5’6, and was lean and hard everywhere she was soft. Most days he would come to class with wet hair, and smelled of chlorine. It was obvious he was an avid swimmer and had the body to prove it. She couldn’t help but think about how grateful she was that tonight was Sunday and classes. Just before we get to collage, he stops walkingand backs me against the fence that surrounds someone's garden. With his handseither side of my head, he bands his face down to mine. I go on tip-toes andwrap my arms around him, returning his kiss with enthusiasm. It's a game andI'm a very competitive person, plus I might as well enjoy it while we're playing. After a few minutes he pulls away, still looking amused but with a glimmerof respect also in his eyes. I smile a challenge at him and grab. I went into the living room and turned the volume down. Daddy was snoring his head off, and the sex was really something that opened my eyes, I was just twelve and had never seen anything like it, so I sat down beside his sleeping body and started learning about sex.I was a curious girl, I had just started puberty and as I watched, i realised my own father had a cock, like those being played with by the women on screen, they seemed to love this thing even to the point of putting them in their.