The next week, after graduation, I got a text from John, asking me what I planned to do that day. After telling him I had nothing planned, he asked if...I wanted to hang out. I said sure. We both agreed to go to the park down the street from my house, and hang out for a bit. I got ready, dressing in my tightest jeans and a low-cut tank top. When I first saw him, I ran up to hug him because I had missed him. After we sat down I noticed how he sat closer to me than he usually had before, but I let. But not just ANY sort of 'plumpness', they have to at least have some sort of proportion and depth along with the responsiblity in taking care of themselves as well so we can have more of an understanding of each other, too. I never knew how much ones body could develop and go on fullness, and once I did, I Rarely ever looked at anything else that's no less than a XL. Simply put, I wanted to DIE in the Voluptuous Curvy Folds of a Fat-Assed, Hefty-Bellied, Full-Lipped, Big-Breasted, Hot and. "Well, in anticipation, I have already bought an engagement ring that I would like the two of us to give her when we ask her to marry us, even though she can only legally marry one of us and for the reasons I've outlined I think that should be me. What do you think?" Dave asked him.Peter was at first a bit flabbergasted but then started to see the logic behind Dave's suggestion. He knew that he really liked Dave and was looking forward to spending time together as a threesome, expecting that. She peeped out for a few more seconds before deciding that she was going to go out and surprise the young dude. Not wanting to seem too scandalous, she put on her high waisted black and white polka-dot bathing suit bottoms—but no top. They really showed off her curves and she felt like a movie star from the 1950s wearing them. She completed her look with her black floppy pool hat and a pair of sunglasses before opening the doors and stepping out into the sun.When the pool boy heard the door.