As I dug through some more I got a disturbing image in my head. If the woman only wore a tube top no one would really be able to tell if she had botto...s on or not. She had flab rolls that completely hid her pubic afro between her legs in both the front and back.I’m not even sure if the dumb joke about rolling a fat girl in flower and looking for the wet spot would even let anyone find this woman’s pussy. Not that I’m about to try. No way will I ever consider thinking about becoming a. So let's play a little show and-tell... You show me what you got, and maybe I'll take off my bra again. How about that?"She looked at me with a sly look across her face, her long wet red hair hanging down in front of her, resting on top of her bra-covered breast. This was too exciting for me to handle... boy, what I would be able to tell John tomorrow in school... Needless to say, I quickly pulled off my sneakers, followed by my trousers and t-shirt. Soon, I was standing in the middle of her. "Okay, Mr. Teacher, what have you got?"A century ago Brendan would have cringed at the misuse of the word "got" in good English. Now, it was just another irritant and reminder of his new station in life.Brendan led the way to the front. He explained how he had sorted out everything and organized the letters and documents into some sort of order."What do I have to do with these letters?" Marisol pointed at one pile. That question began a long day of reading and making clear how each document had. Not so strangelyenough, our first connection was over a back massage.Enough about that though, the past is past and the present looks like itis going to kick some serious ass.She starts to roll over and the next thing I know I am looking at hernaked torso. Her body was so close to perfection that I wanted to jump forjoy and take this moment a lot further."Hey stud, how about working the front over now?"Her smile lit up the room and THAT look ran across her face. There was nodoubt where this was.