1. THE VIRUS. CHAPTER FOUR


    Date: 9/2/2015, Categories: BDSM, Mature, Taboo, Author: crazyxxxcash, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    about five and a half feet tall maybe and quite a bit older than herself…maybe even into her thirties. And despite pushing a baby stroller, her belly still looked like she was pregnant and maybe she was. Tiffany decided not to pry on that for fear of insulting her. She herself, had sported a pot gut for months after having Franklin and that was when she was fifteen and in ninth grade. She could only imagine had hard it was to shed the baby weight at this woman’s age. Her black, wavy hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her eyes were a pale hazel. Despite the weight and her age, she had a beautiful face…and beneath it was a pair of immense tits girted up in a bra that was obviously far too small to fit. Tiffany assumed she was probably breast feeding…though the empty stroller spoke otherwise. The woman noticed her looking at her stroller. “He’s at my mother’s…across the street over there,” and she twisted to point back across the street at a less than pristine townhouse. “I can’t take him with me on job interviews. That one there…sits quietly out in the halls,” and she pointed off in the distance to her daughter. “Looking for work,” Tiffany inquired, trying to make small talk. “Yeah…oh, I’m Wendy by the way,” she added. “And that’s Molly. That one yours?” “Yeah,” she replied but didn’t give his name as she tried to scan the woman’s hands for rings of any nature. “Thinks he’s a basketball star. I don’t think he is,” she added with a chuckle. “He tries to dress the part. ...
    Hard to tell him he looks like a dork in that shirt and those shorts,” she added, setting the situation up. Wendy gazed out at the k**s and smirked. “Please, don’t get me started on k**s and clothes. You see how fat mine is? Every time I buy new shit, she grows an inch higher and two wider. I was embarrassed to let her out in public for a while, but I just gave up a while back. It’s like whatever. I ain’t got no room to talk at this point,” she explained and then leaned back on the bench and shook her fat gut through the fabric of her sweater. Tiffany could tell she had her jeans hiked up high to try and hold her belly in. When she shook it, her hands had pulled the thick sweater fabric in enough for her rollover muffin-top to be visible. Good grief, her gut’s that big with her jeans pulled up over it? Damn, I’d be afraid to see it if she unzipped it! “I gotta ask,” the woman began with a grin but Tiffany cut her off. “More silicon than California,” she replied. “Not really. They’re actually saline and I had to save up for like two years to buy these babies.” The woman chuckled. “Should have asked, I’d have loaned you mine. The big muth’as are killing me. I didn’t have so much of a problem with her ass years ago…but this one…I went from a B cup to a damn D before he was born and I’m pushing a double D at the moment. And if I don’t lose some weight, I’m afraid it’s gonna be worse than that shortly.” “Lots of things to complain about s****r…having huge titties ain’t one of them,” ...
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