Still a little twinge of pain rushes through your body, but by the third, or fourth stroke, you're completely into it, and your juices are flowing. No...more pain, but constant pleasure as I pound into you. Your ass rippling just a little on each deep stroke. The sound of my skin smacking against yours as I relentlessly thrust in and out of you. Each stroke seeming to be harder, and deeper than the last. O, your pussy feels so good, I can't help but cum inside you. Swelling, you can feel the. She loves being held. I love putting my arms around her. I love being able to pull her into me, at night, so that she can feel my “not so manly body” (which she loves I guess), and I love hearing her murmur sweet nothings once I do. Erin, like I’ve mentioned, believes she is a BBW. She isn’t. Yeah okay, she has several qualities that go against what I’ve just said. Like her ass. Ohhh it’s large and round alright. I know it is. I’ve put my lips on it. I’ve kissed and even murmured sweet nothings. She let go of my hand as we walked through the door. I stopped just inside the door and she took a couple more steps and stopped at the foot of the bed and turned to face me. I looked around and wished I had made the bed. I normally waited until the morning my wife returned to straighten ever thing up. I looked back at Nancy, “What is it you want to show me”? Yes, I was that stupid. In one fluid motion Nancy reached to her waist, grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up and over her. "I see you're in your fourth year at the firm; Mr. Perkins recommend us to you?"Roger gave her a warm but weary smile. He wanted this to work very much; taking two hours out from the office in the morning was tough, especially a Monday, but Perkins was helping."Yes, Mr. Perkins suggested it would be good for me. He's been concerned I'm pushing myself too much." And are you?" Cynthia asked.Roger laughed. "It depends on who you ask. Most of the partners and our clients wouldn't think so."Cynthia.