"I see," she said, "Why are you telling me this?" You're a good listener?" I suggested, "Captive audience." But, it's disgusting!" she suggested."I wa...ted to explain." I continued, "I thought you wanted a relationship, no an entrapment, get pregnant, like Francine did to Dad, do you see?" Oh," she exclaimed, "I see, no, that wasn't it, not babies, just money." Never mind, crossed wires, shall I give you a hand with this to your car?" I suggested."I'd better leave it, it's company property." she. But I was re-reading my diary from 1997 when I had this experience and I can now add details which are now refreshed after having read my entry from Sunday, February 8, 1997. I was a sophomore in college at the time.To be sure, I've had some awesome pussies that I've had to be careful with in regards to not cumming when it came to thin females too. But I still think that there's something different and magical about the BBW's vagina. I had met this BBW, Christine, and we got sexual pretty. “C’mon, I gotta take them inside.”I followed her into the dorms. I smiled awkwardly at the teenage girls coming out. I was thinking back to my lunch with Alex’s father. What was I doing? Three girls? Jesus crap! Could I handle three girls? They seemed to think so. You know what? I could. I would--“Gene!” Max elbowed me as the elevator opened for us.“What? Are you OK?” I asked.“I said, ‘Thank you.’” She had her scarf pulled down and could take a deep sniff of the roses now. “But, this is the. I very slowly and gently, moved my finger down the crack between her soft, soft cheeks, not penetrating but pausing for a bit on her rosette on each pass while I started kissing her deeply. After about five minutes of this she suddenly spasmed, shaking violently and was quiet.I lay still and realized she was crying again but as she looked up, I saw it was "cry for happy." Billy, I don't care what happens, I love you! I just want to live with you, love you. I need you. Catrina needs you. Love me.