I looked over her body and it looked plump, curvy, but not fat."You're not fat," I said, smiling. "The only thing fat about you is your tits."Grace sm...led an evil grin and reached around Joy, grabbing the redhead's breasts one in each hand. She squeezed them and jiggled them around until Joy squealed in embarrassment."Your body is fine," Grace said when she'd finished, going back to her food."My mum put me on the all-cum diet," Joy replied, looking wistfully at our food. "I eat so much cum in. "I would strip you of that sexy back dress. You looked sensational in it tonight. I loved the way it showed your beautiful figure."."I would have you wearing amazing sexy underwear that accentuated your figure, ... and I would slowly remove it until you wore just your high heels"."You've only ever fucked in the bedroom haven't you?" I asked her.She was silent and not answering me."Well ... are you going to answer me?" I demanded in a slightly raised voice."Mmmm ... yes" she whispered in. Good? Hell, he had come on like Gangbusters, Batman, and Errol Flynn all rolled together.He knew how lucky he was that his early years of failures with females had not rendered him impotent. How many times had he got some doll all steamed up, and then when she slipped her hand over that skinny length of meat, felt it wilt in her grasp as she went into hysterical laughter over the misshapen thing?And even the pros hadn't been able to hide their smiles. Sure, some of them had tried to cover it up. "Molly was touched and promised to visit often.Ned's parents lived in Yorkshire so the visit to them was a major expedition. They decided that, for the children's sake, they should break the journeys and booked in at a bed and breakfast on the way there and back. As it was they had to wait until the school holidays, driving up on Thursday and Friday and back down again on Monday and Tuesday. Ned's father, Martin, owned a wool factory and his mother, Jean, ran a couturier shop in York selling.