I wandered to myself why all the good guys were either taken or gay. I mean really Matt is gorgeous. He has Dark Brown hair and amazing green eyes, am...zingly muscular body, and has a personality that any girl would love to have in a boyfriend, but he’s gay. Apparently matt noticed I was staring at him. “What?” He asked smiling “Oh, nothing, was just thinking.” I replied. “Kristen, I have a confession to make, but I’m afraid you will hate me.” He said a little nervously. “Matt, I could never. . she was large, not fat, not pudgy, just really large, but with smooth, unwrinkled skin, and no sags. She had the breasts of a large girl — they might have been pretty had she been smaller, but they kind of lay weirdly, and were pushed out by the layer of fat under them. Cherie had a high opinion of herself indeed.Her older sister was in college, and engaged. She was spending the day off by herself, wrapped in her own amusements, ignoring the party.Our host, Chuck Senior, and his wife were. ‘Mrs. Emma, please do relax yourself, for you are over taxed I fear, even your skin looks wan.’ Her breasts of course looked as opposite from wan as could be imagined, their perfect rounded shapes rosy and shining with oil. The laudanum had brought a flush to her cheeks as well, and she was radiantly lovely. ‘Please, our conversation will be for us alone, I will not divulge any of our tete-a-tete ever, you have my word.’ That seemed to ease her completely, for she continued apace, leaving. The familiar warmth and tingling stemming from deep inside, spreads throughout my aching body; yearning for relief. I continue to build; every movement and touch pushing me closer, before finally falling off the edge. I cry out as I explode around him, my body tensing and becoming rigid as I ride out the final waves of pleasure. As my body relaxes, my head falls back against the wall and I let out a deep breath. I awake with a jolt the next morning. Ow, my head is pounding. It looks like I.