Thrusting faster and deeper I finally withdrew the candle and felt a strange orgasmic sensation.There was a knock on the door, so I hastily pulled up ...y tighty whiteys, wrapped my dressing gown around me and went to the door. It was Maggie, the 17 year old daughter of my cleaning lady.‘Hello, Mr Webley. I’ve just come for my mum’s wages.’Now Maggie was 17 and quite a big girl. 5foot 8inches tall and about 12 stone. Her excess weight was concentrated in her huge 38DD breasts and on her meaty. ’ Then we scurried downstairs, arriving just as we heard her cue. I followed minutes later, my breathing having calmed down from the dash down the stairs. It was hard not to smile when I looked at her onstage. I had to really concentrate on my lines because the image of her clad in only her bra kept leaping into my mind. It looked like she was trying not to think of something as well. After that night’s performance, the entire cast was changing back into our street clothes. I was one of the. Had they been in an accident?Dad told me. It was a sordid tale indeed. Hamilton, in his desire to separate himself from me, had gone to college down south, at Georgia Tech in Atlanta. That hadn’t worked out so well. Unlike most colleges, they worked on a trimester system. Way back when, on my first trip through, his first trimester his grades were as good as anything I had ever seen. His second trimester they dropped to my level. His third trimester they dropped through the floor and my father. "I ... I mean, I suspected..." Tess stammered,"Well now you know," Julia kept working, efficiently and quickly, "and I know I act like a bitch, and I don't want us to die without telling you how I feel." Tess felt her face grow red, even though this was not how she pictured this conversation happening."Julia, we're not going to die," she began, but Julia leaned forward and silenced her with a kiss."I love you," she whispered, and Tess didn't argue any further.The tent was small, but it held the.