" I remember my first BBW. I was 18. Her name was Marcie. I met her at a popular college bar. She had a very pretty face, large breasts and one of tho...e asses that comes out of nowhere and goes on in each direction forever. We hit it off, and I remember the conversation turned sexual fairly quickly. I'm sure alcohol helped, but somehow it came up that she said, "Whatever, you're a twig. I'm way too big for you." I took a risk and said, "First of all you're not. And second of all, doesn't it all. After the breakthroughs, my four wives spent the next three months working furiously to translate the data. Almost all of the files are in English, the video and the text. It's an ancient language that Abigail is quite familiar with. The four have been off on their own doing the translation work, concentrating mostly with the text files.I've done almost none of this work. There was just no time. The political maneuvering I needed to do as I approached my test for CL-28 was immense. My wives and. I sighed. Once again, I had come a poor second.Tony, the father of the groom was conspicuous by his absence.It was, on the whole a happy day, with plenty to eat and enough to drink to keep the atmosphere light without too many people descending into the maudlin sadness a wedding can so often bring.I was very much on best behaviour for the whole day.My marriage to Pete now legally if not emotionally over, both he and I had been free to move on and find other partners should we wish.With soap. "Remember this daddy?"She stepped into the tiny garment and pulled it right up into her slit, forcing her cunt lips to bulge out delightfully from either side of the narrow strip of lace.I remembered all right, I remembered her mother dancing with her boss at the party, smiling at me as she ground herself wantonly into his groin, I remembered his big, black hands cupping her bottom and I remembered them walking hand in hand out into the garden, "just for a breath of fresh air" she'd said!They'd.