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yard right beside the widely opened doors of th

about before bed, especially after hearing him spe

icking to his forehead. The thin white apron he wore clung to his broad chest, an

nd over his huge biceps, making his

pping me back from my imagination. I blinked fast. He was my la

ddy's girl. He had first called me that when I turned seventeen. And t

than want me, to put out this fire burning insid

legs to move and walked quickly toward the house, avoiding his eyes. I wasn't sure what h

oking up at him like he was the best person in the world. That left me alone with my r

ing in my head: A man that would apprec

ights I stayed late at his apartment, hoping he would finally touch me,

call a girl my size beautiful? Girls like Jessika were the ones guys

for older men, and she wasn't as big as I was and I couldn't stand the thought of my stepfat

nt I closed the door behind me... or at least I thought I did... I stood in front of my full-length mirror. I

and cutting out carbs. At this point, I had conc

on the floor. My white lace bra looked tight, pushing my

ing angrily against the thin lace. I moved closer to

em. He never touched them, never s

and shoved them down my wide hips, kicking them

hat had wedged themselves between my full ass cheeks. I turned side to si

st, the thick thighs that rubbed together when I walked. My

uttered angrily under my breath. "T

bed me perfectly. Tears pricked at my eyes again as I

dy moved naturally. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't

cker. I cupped my heavy breasts in both hands,

e. A soft, unintentional sound escaped my lips. I imagined different hands on me... bigg

d soft. I ran my palms over my hips, squeezing the flesh there gently. He

d in right now and saw me like this. What would his eyes do? Would he lo

ples stayed tight and sensitive. A damp warmth had started between my thighs. I stood the

ed me from the door. Only then did