Not exactly hefty or bulky huge like those guys on The Biggest Loser, but I could see why he was a corporate 'bigwig' and looked up to by so many peop...e. The first couple of dates were platonic- he took me to several upscale restaurants in rather secluded and off-the-beaten paths places. He mostly chatted about his professional life, this merger, that acquisition, an IPO that went well, a sale of stock that really sucked. I pried him on his personal life and he flatly talked about his. I'm not sure she realized it, but when she crouched down, her dress rode up giving us three guys a clear view of the patch of white panties between her legs. When she looked up at us and saw our three jaws on the ground, she blushed a bit and said "oops, sorry fellas". Billy told her not to be sorry, and asked her if she would pick up his golf ball if he sank his put too. We all laughed at this but Anne Marie said of course she would. Sure enough, Billy sank his five footer and Anne Marie made. Most windows already dark, curtains tightly drawn, shutting him out from the comfort of knowing that there were other people around him. Shutting him out of their lives.He had walked for more than thirty minutes when he came to a street he thought he recognized. He recognized the name when he saw the street sign on the corner of one of the dark buildings. Now he knew were he was. Another thirty minutes to get home. Ten if he took the bus. He shrugged, a shivering shrug, no, not the bus. He had. I didn't know why but I was still embarrassed. I guess to have it all in front of her and know everything I had been doing alone. Slowly I began to pull out my stockings, lingerie, panties, had a dozen cock shaped toys, prostate massager, cock rings, cock pump, pocket pussy, various lubes. Even I was a little shocked at how much I had accumulated. It got me rather excited seeing it all laid out on my workbench among all of the manly tools and such. "Well you've been a busy little sissy boy.