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So far letting out old stories from back in the day feel like sitting around the campfire with the bro’s and talking about the old days, i really like that feeling. I guess i had a crazy late teens – early 20’s because i grew up in a very religious home so i was sheltered most of my life. When i left home it was a completely whole new world and i just went crazy for a few years, went out to party everynight (yes even mondays) showed up to work drunk sometimes. Shit i would even begin to drink at 9am on a sunday morning, but evenually you grow up and learn like i did.

This is the only time that i had ever been with a bigger women, i was in my early 20’s maybe 20-21. She she was a black girl, had a cute face, short, massive HUGE tits, she may have been in her late 20’s i cant remember. She was married with a son (cant remember how old the kid was 5 maybe). I’d seen her around the building from time to time, we would just greet each other and she would give me little smiles but nothing crazy. Her husband was about my height more or less and on the bigger side, never really exchanged words with him. One morning im heading to work and i hear someones car not starting, i look over and its her with the kid in the car about 3 cars down from me. I guess she saw me looking and asked if i could do her a favor and drive them to her sons college (turns out the husband was a diesel mechanic so he would be away for weeks at a time). So im from a big city and typically its survival of the fittest, thats how i grew up and to this day i do sometimes still have that mentality and i wouldve probably not helped her out but i could tell she was desperate so i said sure. On the way thats when she told me what her husband did, she complimented my car (which is massive to me haha) and we just talked about random shit. We drop the son off, at this point im going to be late to work so i begin rushing back to the apartment complex (college was maybe 10 mins away) She starts asking about my relationship status and what girls im into. I tell her that im single and wasnt really looking at all i was just out there having fun and i really had no type. Well thats when she started getting really flirty, complimenting me (all that ordinary flirty stuff). So we get back to the apartment she thanks me and gets out of the car. That weekend (cant remember what day) in the morning she knocks on my door (we lived down the hall from each other) i open the door and she has a plate of food and tells me she made me breakfast as a thank you for driving her and her son. Honestly i drank heavily the night before and was in no mood to eat but i said fuck it ill see if my fucked up stomach will let me, i let her in and started to eat the food. Well 10 mins later i ran to the bathroom to throw it up. The food was good but i had a shit ton of tequila the night before so my stomach was really fucked up, i guess the mother in her kicked in and she mixed some Alka-Seltzer that i had with water. I was sitting on the couch and she was really close to me like her cleavage was right in my face. I obviously looked down at her cleavage and she just went in for a kiss. I was a little confused and asked her about her husband and she just said hes away too much and since im only looking for fun it works out perfectly. I was seriously going to tell her no mainly because i was just too hung over but then she took her shirt of and well after seeing those massive HUGE tits……… a guy has needs so i said fuck it and dove right in. I typically dont give to many details about what happens during the sex but what i will say is, fellas does tales about BBW’s giving head is all true. Father god that women took me to another dimension, had to think about random shit so i wouldnt bust quick. We did it for about 30 mins or so, she obviously asked if we could keep it between us then left. I was so drained i went back to sleep, only to be woken up with the banging of my door by the weekly jehovah’s witness visit (they annoy me lol)

NSFW: yes

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