" Except for one thing, you mean." Yes, I know what you are saying. Lisa is more busty, but the clothes should still fit. You don't have to tell her w...ere they came from, do you?" No, I'll just say I went crazy at a second hand shop and found they didn't fit me when I got them home." Sounds like a plan." When we reached the Grants' home, a puppy squeezed through Bertha Grant's legs. He bounded to the kids and they sunk down to let him lick their faces. He wiggled and tumbled all over them and. He wanted to know about me, about the heaviness I was carrying, and about how I came so much. I had similar questions about him. We were similar in some ways. He was out of his last LTR and had moved to this building a few months back. He’d been working with Robert for about six months, having been introduced to him by one of the other runners. While Philip specified that this man wasn’t his ex, he left the rest of the relationship vague.I apologized in advance, that he should stop me when it. She started getting into drinking and smoking with her friends, wearing tight leggings and dating guys. We started to drift away in closeness but always remained friendly. I remember coming to school freshman year and seeing how wild she was – she had a reputation for being a slut, had a fat ass and liked to show it off in really tight leggings with tee shirts (so everyone could see her ass), and she sold pot. It wasn’t until my senior year of high school, and her sophomore year in college,. I honesty had no idea what I was doing.Maybe my age, her beauty and me discovering masterbation while thinking of her all combined to make me obsessed with her from that day on. Or maybe she just gave off some certain pheromone that drove the guys in our family wild.For probably the next six months she was my fantasy. Until then, i had had very little interest in girls. After than, i wanted to be near her. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to smell her.I guess she enjoyed the attention I gave her.