As I am kissing her passionately while taking full of her tits. Suddenly she pushes back slightly laughing."Vanessa, I knew it I knew it, u are so obv...ous." I am gonna have fun with you." She said suddenly my hands still on her tits holding her gently squeezing them. "Sweetheart, it's not gonna be this easy. N I'm gonna need you to let go of those" she saids and demands while with her left hand pointing down to her tits. My hands over them holding her turning the darkest deepest form of red. I. ...everything has its price, so let's deal!" She must have weighed close to four hundred pounds, and carried it well."Damn, I'm so predictable... yeah, you got me... it's all true... I'm addicted to being sat on by ladies of your, uh, build... I mean I'm REALLY addicted... can't get enough of it... but I am willing to pay whatever price it takes, so tell me what the deal is... I'm comfortable financially - don't need to work..." I trailed off, as she fixed me with an intent gaze from her huge. "What's the situation on flyboy?" I asked over the radio, keeping myvoice calm and professional."Some kind of force field we didn't count on," Mike responded."Everything we throw at him bounces off."I turned my scope and my attention to the flying target, letting therest of my team deal with the few remaining non-developed threats. As Iwatched him through my scope, I noticed a flicker in the air around him,a flicker that faded away whenever he was actually firing one of hisenergy blasts. That. Nothing would make me happier than having your wardrobe press against mine.”“Mind if...”“What?”She reached towards the keyboard so I pulled back and let her drive. I took advantage of my lack of duty to amuse myself with her back, running my fingers over it and kissing her shoulders. In a moment I looked over her shoulder. There were panties on the screen, much nicer ones than she normally wears.“You like those?” I asked.“I do.”“You don’t normally wear them.”“My mom goes through my laundry. I.