My dear aunt had a motive if I accepted that my being discovered cut into her inheritance and – may be more importantly – her father’s attention... If I indulged my suspicious nature, I could imagine Deirdre deciding to bed me was her way of replacing some of the attention she was accustomed to getting from her father. If I went really out on a limb, I could imagine that she might have wanted to be the woman that warmed her father’s bed, as she had with her brother, my father Nolan. Then I could. Things where a strain between us knowing I had seen her pussy and she had seen my hard cock. Each birthday she reminded me she was a year closer to fucking me.On her 16th birthday we had a garden party as it was a great hot day things where goin well when her mum asked me to go look for her, I went to her room to see her on her knees a man fucking her from behind and another in her mouth both pulling out and cumming on her. I went down stairs and told her mum she was just finishing what she was. Tolerating long sessions on arowing machine. Joining a row of moon-faced, uncomfortable wives as weperspired in hot mud baths, hoping to drop a few more pounds. While I losta lot of weight and many inches, I could not recapture my figure of tenyears before. When I cried to my doctor, she said, "Dame Penthesilea, youhave had six babies. You are over thirty. Of course you have a moremature figure. It's the natural consequence of pregnancy, deliveries,nursing and age. Given all that, you are. As her best friend, it hurt to think that she had nothing to do with that change."How did I get here?" Denise asked the four walls of her apartment. It was a painful question. The answers were even more painful. She said, "I remember the kids in elementary school running around me shouting out Fatty. They seemed to have taken great pleasure in making me cry. It never stopped. In high school, the boys made lewd suggestions about fat women in bed and laughed at me. I can't remember a period of.