Surprisingly her legs looked very nice.She didn't have much for a waist but by no means did her belly hang down like some beer gut I've seen on a lot ...f heavy drinking men. Her hips were wider than most women but it seemed to fit her very well. The one part of her that did stick out the most, no pun intended was her bust. Like most heavy women she was extremely well endowed and she wasn't really all that shy about showing it off. Her dresses were sort of like a peasant style with a squared off. ” Gail went silent. Her back arched; her body twisted and contorted with pleasure; her eyes were shut; her mouth open; and, her body twitched and jerked as she continued to drive the brush handle into her wet hole. “It won’t stop! Oh God, It won’t stop! I can’t stop cumming,” she yelled, panic in her voice. A stream of love juice flowed out of her pussy as she pushed the brush handle into her hole. Her juices ran down to her asshole and then dripped off her ass cheeks onto a large wet spot. He knelt next to the young woman, swallowed nervously and spoke. “Hey, miss,” he croaked through his fear dried throat. He cleared it, swallowed hard again and gave it another try. “Hey! Miss!” He was so keyed up and nervous that the loudness of his voice startled him a little. The woman though, reacted not at all. Fear sweat beaded on his forehead as he became more convinced she was dead. He shined the light on her torso, looking for the rise and fall of breath. In the shaky light, he both. He would laugh and say "watch out, Marge will turn you into a real man." Or "I think Marge can not wait for you to get hair on your balls" I would have to go home and beat my meat. She would dress very provocative also, sometimes if I spent the night she would run around in a half shirt and panties or little shorts. Her pert tits pointing the way, those hard nipples. When I did finally hit puberty Marge was on it. She seemed to flirt even more and the sexual innuendos, my dick still gets hard.