.. He said he'd front me the capital I need to get things started. "We're in business, baby!" he said, opening his bloated arms, actually expecting me...to rush to him, to congratulate him.I just stood there and stared. I couldn't believe the asshole. "We're in business..." What kind of crap was that? The swollen turd thought he was going to take me away from all this? That my career was some female whim, some interim income while he got his bowling alley together? Male chauvinist insect! He said. " Her face started to get a wild look. Her hand felt beautiful. She suddenly stood up and whispered, 'I will help you stop fucking those pillows? Will you stop dressing up the pillows if I let you look at me when you play with your thing? Would you like to see me in my bra and panties? " I did not hesitate, "Oh! Yes. Please. Please Momma.!"She pulled her dress over her head and stood in front of me in her bra and panties with her hands on her hips. She was short and overweight but her tits were. She seemed to enjoy each shot as an orgasm. Not so sure she did not orgasm with the cum hitting her insides. We had a weekly visit and each were pure sex. She and I developed passion as we got to know each other. she became more elastic inside and finally depth was not an issue. She told me I made her nipples a bit sore, to be easy on them. next week her breast seem to hurt pretty bad. She did not seem right inside either. She told me she wanted to see a Dr and be checked out. She worried I had. I know you love my hair since day 1 and especially the bun so this is your birthday gift. You can play with it until the college starts.” I was in seventh heaven. I hugged her and told her to thank you and told her to sit on the chair in some corner.So I took a pencil because I was a fan of those stick bun so I made her sit in a chair told her not to move for 15 minutes went behind her and put the pencil in her bun. Her hair fragrance was mesmerizing. It was her Tresemme shampoo, fuck it was.