She was entirely pale, apart for her face, which was coloured by her makeup. She waddled over to the sink, her arse swaying with even less control now...it was free. Her thighs flopped around each other, the fold bouncing around as they slid past one another. The woman bent over, and looked at Kris by the reflection in the mirror.“I’m too fat to be taken in my pussy like this. You’re going to have to fuck my fat ass and fill it with your cum. But you’re going to have to lube it up first, and I. Actually, along with everything else we both bring to the party, it is one of our defining characteristics. Though ‘characteristics’ is not quite the right word. It’s impossible to describe but, to my surprise, almost everyone we know sees we are a ‘unit’.Linda is in her mid 50s, was slightly chunky when I met her (as was I) with full breasts that hang just perfectly. Her mound is full, and I do like to grab and hold and squeeze it. Her clit is big but well hidden, I enjoy digging that bitch. . don't do that..." Wendy's words came out in a raspy whisper.The girl's eyes lifted up to look into hers, and she gently but determinedly pulled Wendy's silk bathrobe apart. "Please." Aunt Wendy," her voice quavered, holding back a sob, "I won't see you again for a long time..."Jenna pressed her face into Wendy's cleavage, mouth open, eyes closed in a silent prayer. Wendy felt desire overcome panic, and watched her own hand go to her niece's head, where she stroked the soft brown hair. In any event, you seem to be coping admirably well." "Where in the name of the goddess am I?" Donnie demanded. "Turn your head to the right. You should be able to see a light. That's the direction you need to go in." Donnie did as the goddess had suggested and sure enough he could just make out a faint light. There was no way to tell how far away the light was and he would need to tow the unconscious man along. It was testament to how Donnie had grown into his service of the goddess that he.