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My first orgasm was from seeing a photo of a woman I used to know. She had always been incredibly athletic, thin and popular. She had gained heaps of weight. It blew my mind how ethereal that orgasm was. I didn't need to touch myself. I have had my own body issues, however I have always had a belly, of which I'm ok with. I have only ever been with curvy women, however men different shapes and sizes. My deepest fantasy has always been to have a stunning, big breasted, beautiful woman who is hungry, for food, touch and gaining to please me and herself.

I don't want to get out of bed yet

Arzu Bazman is a german actress with turkish roots. Playing pregnant:

The Precipice of Excess Enjoy a life of self indulgence, and assume it comes with no consequences. That was how Laura had chosen to live her life, and in spite of her imprudent lifestyle, it had worked out pretty well for her. In high school, while most of her friends were busy participating in tons of extracurricular activities to pad their college applications, Laura had been busy dealing with her own version of extracurriculars, in a manner of speaking. It involved less clothing than most all other extracurricular activities. A lot less clothing. And in her case, it was a collaborative activity with a member of the opposite sex. At that point in time, Laura was far more selective with whom she wanted to intimately “work out” with, opting almost exclusively for the largest guy in her grade, a 6’6” defensive linemen who was a grown man as a freshman and only continued to bulk up throughout their years together. While they were technically together throughout high school by most people’s definition, Laura had always struggled with traditional definitions of relationships and associations. In her mind, she had viewed their relationship as an intimate friendship with robust benefits, along with some public displays of physical attraction. Dating, in her mind, was too restrictive, even if by just about any and every definition of the term, she had been dating him.This emotional freedom enabled Laura to shamelessly participate in her second most extra curricular activity behind sex: flirting and seduction.As Laura bloomed entering high school, it was hard not to notice the 5’4 blonde with big lips, piercing blue eyes, and incredibly perky 36Ds that pushed any and all of her tops to the limits. While the rest of her body was relatively lean, she was not a lucky winner of a true hourglass, with only a minor curve for a butt and practically no muscle tone across her body, particularly around her waist. Regardless of some of her potential physical shortcomings, her striking beauty and divine rack quickly captivated the attention of most all of the school’s the male population from the seniors down to the poor freshman who could only stare uncontrollably at her in all of their classes together, unable to restrain themselves. Within only a few weeks of strolling down the halls, all of this unbridled attention had begun to exponentially augment her confidence, fueling her already inflated ego from being the daughter of one of the richest men in an already wealthy town, and leading to some less than kind words from upperclassmen behind her back. Recognizing the power of her relatively inadvertent disruptive behavior, better known as her physical presence, Laura decided to lock herself down and remove any concerns of stealing someone’s boyfriend, girlfriend (not that it was her thing but she appreciated the admiration), secret love interest, or just fun fling. At least, that was the external projection she planned to put out. Ever one for the excess and desire to find someone as desirable as herself, she ultimately selected the big muscle man she would ‘date’ for the coming four years. That strategic move helped to dissipate most all of the sexual tension she generated around the school, not that she didn’t sight the occasional boner tucked underneath athletic shorts if she caught someone staring at her, but it was generally believed she would only be nothing but a classroom daydream. As news gradually spread about her exclusivity, other than a passing glance, she began receiving less attention from her peers, though it had allowed her to properly enter the popular group, now that there was theoretically no tension between her and the other members. In spite of that, Laura did not take kindly to her dwindling attention, craving to still be the focus of the school and have the opportunity to ‘play’ with the boys. Ever the cynosure, Laura made it a point to start wearing outfits that tastefully (read: school appropriate) flaunted her bust, and it worked almost too effectively to the disdain of her female peers. Any time she made so much as a move, every pair of male eyes eagerly gazed in her direction in hopes of a glimpse of a view of her canyon of cleavage, excessively jiggling and shaking, or even just to hear the groan of her blouses that fought to contain her mammoth mammaries. No one would ever make a sexual approach towards her, either inside or outside of school, for fear of getting their skull crushed in by her boyfriend, but Laura commanded attention. Still, it was not satisfying enough to her that her every movement be watched by every boy in every class she took. No, Laura wanted something more engaging. So it became that Laura was the dream lab partner for any science project as she would always rest her chest on the lab counter, make sure to show her cleavage, and constantly ‘accidentally’ brush her partner with her chest as she reached for something. Every man wanted to be her partner, and no one was ashamed to admit. It was this behavior that ultimately enlightened Laura into her second favorite activity: flirting and seduction. The thrill of teasing a guy, beguiling them into playing along with her confident yet flirtatious attitude, leading them down a twisting emotional path was a game she positively loved. While she was still loyal to her hunk of muscle, Laura loved to play coy with some of the attractive, or even less attractive boys at the school, leading them on in the secret hope of somehow stealing her away from her ‘boyfriend.’ For three years, this playful teasing, flirting, and slight touching of the male cohort of the school satisfied her adrenaline rushes. Senior year, however, was different. Laura had grown bored of her large play thing, as intimate as she seemed to be with him and greatly enjoyed his tremendous physique, it just wasn’t stimulating enough for her, even after they had finally hit the magic 18 mark and upped the ante. She had this itch to explore, to branch out, to experience new and different sexual experiences than what he could supply. One night, Laura was naughtily flirting with one of the stars of the basketball team, a not uncommon practice since Laura’s flirty behavior was well known at this point, but a few shots of tequila pushed her towards a level of sexual confidence she had not achieved previously. Laura, dressed in a recently too tight tank top, having just grown out of 36DD bras, was shamelessly flaunting her cleavage and soaking up the attention he was paying her. Much like puddy in a child’s hand, Laura could barely get his eyes to break away from her monumental cleavage as even her breathing lead to slight jiggles and she would start to play with him by ‘accidentally’ pushing up her breasts or keeping her beer on the ground so that she would have to bend down and grab it. After she brushed against his thigh on the way down for her beer, Laura could tell she had him by the balls, at first metaphorically, but by the end of the night, literally. In her slightly drunken exuberance and with a body that was enraptured by a high degree of sexual hormones, Laura subtly patted his male parts through the jeans he was wearing and gave a flirtatious wink signaling that she had come to play. Ever one for theatrics however, Laura excused herself to the bathroom, only to pull out her phone and take a selfie with cleavage pushed up as high as possible, straight to his phone. It took her drunken classmate of all of 5 seconds to bound up the stairs and practically knock down the bathroom door. Where her prior sexual partner had always been gentle so as not to crush her, her new play thing was far more aggressive and attentive to her wondrous curves, and Laura positively reveled in his sexual attention to her. Yet, it wasn’t just the attention that she was paying her that had become such a joy to her, or the physical intimacy that came from a new man, but Laura found herself positively addicted to the art of seduction. She was hooked on it like nothing before. While Laura at first maintained an air of innocence about the event and knew her co-conspirator would remain quiet about their previous activity, the feeling of the attention he had provided her with was unshakeable. Over the rest of her senior year, Laura found this new secret game of seduction positively invigorating, even when she typically passed on the sex. The simple thrill of having someone else handle her breasts, kiss her lips, massage her shoulders and cater to her every need, all in secret, was magical.It was with equal parts excitement and disappointment that Laura graduated from high school and moved onto a large state university where she could truly unleash hell, but had to unsaddle herself from her four year ‘boyfriend.’ While in truth, she was not even slightly saddened by the end of their relationship, she was upset to lose that extra sensual tension she had eagerly experienced with a select few from her high school throughout senior year. This was not to say that she hadn’t appreciated her ‘boyfriend,’ but she had recognized that she had outgrown him and that it was time to move on without any hard feelings. That was of course, before the queen of her high school set her eyes on a new goal: becoming the queen of her university. Her conquest started out on the right foot, with her bid to join the de facto hottest sorority on campus. While never one to enjoy labels or automatic associations, nor the steep competition that a sorority chocked full of mind bending hotties, the benefits of direct access to the most attractive male cohorts on campus, the answer books, the parties, and the social connections that came from it were ultimately enough to convince her to join. It also certainly helped that she never paid a cent of her dues, thanks to her father’s desire to cater to his daughter every whim.It was during these four, crucially formative years, that Laura solidified her belief that one should fully enjoy a life of self indulgence, and assume it comes with no consequences.Starting right out of the gates after orientation week, Laura found herself at one of the large frat parties with a small but growing group of friends among her sorority sisters and without any hesitation shot gunned the first beer handed to her and then downed a funnel in under a minute, shocking all of her new sisters. The trend only continued from there as the party started to pick up, with a young Laura going shot for shot with some of the larger men at the party as they licked their lips in anticipation of seeing if they could bag this insanely hot freshman. While Laura didn’t remember the remainder of her night, she had some amazing photos taken by her sorority sisters including one of her with a slice of pizza in one hand, a handle of vodka in the other as she sat on the couch in only her bra and panties. That was only her first weekend on campus. Like a rampage, Laura swept through the party scene at an unprecedented rate, seemingly perpetually drunk through the entire first month of her semester unless she was in class or at a sorority pledging function. It didn’t take her long to establish her reputation as the female equivalent of a machine, known for being able to handle impressively large quantities of alcohol and feeling little to no effect. Much to the chagrin of most of her salad eating sorority sisters, Laura also was infamous for late night binges and devouring anything and everything at the dining hall.On more than one occasion she had gone back for seconds, or even thirds where most of her sisters could barely think about finishing one plate on their tray for fear of gaining weight. Yet, unlike her two actual sisters, her mother, and seemingly all of her sorority sisters judging by the amount of complaints they had about what drinking does to their figure, Laura’s body remained unchanged. She essentially maintained her physique as a floating pair of 36Gs with a body attached in order to make sure gravity didn’t shoot them straight down.There was one night in particular, towards the end of her freshman year on campus when Laura and her sorority sisters had come back from a night out, switched to more comfortable attired, and ordered a late snack of a couple of pizzas, breadsticks, and a free 2 liter of soda. With most of the girls still fairly drunk, they hadn’t realized just how much food they had ordered until it arrived. None of them wanted the greasy food once it had arrived, each taking their obligatory slice or a breadsticks, but they all chugged their water and soon retired for the evening, leaving an entire pie uneaten. With seemingly no one else up for the task, Laura dug in with gusto, methodically eating the pizza slice by slice and washing it down with the soda. For several minutes she drunkenly gorged on each greasy, meat, vegetable, and cheese laden slices, blissfully enjoying the delicious blend of sauce, cheese, and toppings as she consumed without inhibition. It was such a delight for her that the usually classy Laura failed to notice the occasional drop of cheese or slice of pepperoni that fell into her exposed bosom that went unprotected by her deep v-neck sleep shirt. At long last, even with the magic of alcohol removing any restraint that Laura mentally may have had, she had to throw in the towel with one slice left, and a very bloated stomach pressing up against her shirt.Laura’s roommate soon came back to the lounge area, wondering what had become of her wild roommate, only to be met by the sight of Laura’s indulgence. The soda bottle lay on it’s side, mostly drained of its contents while the pizza box sat open, that final piece still taunting Laura who had passed out on the floor in a food coma. As if that were not enough of a sight, Laura’s distended stomach stuck out straight in the air, having forced her shirt up to accommodate it’s expanded mass. Any normal woman would have been mortified at the sight of such a bloated stomach, but Laura’s breasts still dwarfed the new curve on her body and almost made it seem insignificant. Her roommate, not one to be surprised by Laura’s ability to consume just about anything, simply shrugged and left her there in the lounge. Laura would inevitably make it back to their room later that night, but when her roommate went to clean up their mess in the morning, she discovered that Laura had done so after polishing off the pizza. Just another day in her life of excess. The one area in which Laura had managed to keep herself fairly controlled, despite her natural desire to flaunt her assets and draw all attention to her all the time, was in the male department. Her entire freshman year, Laura only made out with a handful of guys and only had sex with one. Given all of her newfound freedom, it would have come as a shock to most, particularly her old flames from high school, but she was more content with enjoying the entire experience of a night out instead of viewing it as a means to arrive at a singular pleasurable experience. Throughout her four years in fact, Laura may have relinquished all other inhibitions about her appearance, couldn’t have cared less about her diet, and barely attended to her academics, but when it came to men, she found herself more interested in making men squirm and lust for her than she did having them inside of her. This was not say she was not a fan of the pleasures of the flesh, but that she was thoughtful in having a reputation of being the true life of the party instead of the college slut. This was not to say that Laura did not taking advantage of exploring several wonderful young specimens over her four years. When she did deem one truly worthy of being able to experience the pleasures of her body and to satisfy her sexual desires, she made sure to enjoy it. While there were not many men fortunate enough to have been with her during college, those who had, could only speak of her boundless sexual vigor and unrelenting energy. Laura craved being stimulated and demanded a lot of the men she selected, which added an additional criteria to her selection process. It was that and her desire for a strong sexual imagination. Laura, while not always a fan, found certain instance of dominance and bondage to be equally thrilling, though she didn’t own any of the necessary tools, particularly since she had never been able to find a corset that could fit her beauties. As the years went by and graduation finally arrived, Laura could only look back at her college experience with a great sense of satisfaction. She had eaten whatever she wanted, drank whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, passed all of her classes, and had fun with whomever she wanted. It pained her to think about the future for the first time as she walked up towards the podium to receive her diploma, high heels clicking as her ample assets strained her graduation gown with each thunderous step, due in large part to the low cut sky blue dress that she had decided to wear underneath which left nothing to the imagination. Ever polite and gracious, Laura accepted her diploma with a heart warming smile and a wink at her dean, a crotchety old man who typically wore a natural frown, but couldn’t help but being caught at the radiant beam that was Laura’s beauty and sex appeal. His muscles cried out in pain as his face contorted into a smile the likes they had not done in years as she walked by before returning to his permanent frown with lingering thoughts of the stunner he had just somehow let graduate. In the weeks thereafter, Laura was treated by her parents to a lovely month excursion around europe, an experience she couldn’t be bothered to undertake during her time at college due to too much “studying” that needed to be done. For a month, Laura and some of her best friends stayed at luxurious hotels, partied at some of the best clubs in the world, and most importantly, drank and ate their faces off on a nightly basis. When the dust had settled, everyone but Laura seemed to be walking back with an extra jiggle in their step, and went right off to face the music of the real world.Laura, by contrast, had not given much thought to where she would go after college and was thoroughly content to do what her sisters had done previously, lounge around their luxurious abode, nap by the pool as she worked on her tan, and devour her mother’s cooking. It was an absolute dream life in her mind, completely stress free and quite satisfying minus the lack of sexual stimuli. That was Laura’s life for about two months. Sure there were some family events that would occasionally transpire where her two lovely sisters would come home from life in the big city, each with their respective boyfriends, and tease Laura about anything they could, from her eating to her laziness to her wine consumption (her parents kept things classy) to her giant breasts (not that theirs were lacking at 34DDD and 36D themselves), but it was otherwise uneventful. While Laura would have been content to continue on with this lifestyle, her mother began to worry that her daughter wasn’t getting out of the house enough, which roughly translated to: was starting to drive her a little crazy with all of her demands for food and lack of initiative. Laura’s father, ever the softy for his youngest daughter, was happy to support her, Laura did concede that she could at least stretch her legs a bit and at least feign effort to appease her mother. Never one to adhere to a fitness schedule, and having a strong distaste for any form of exercise that caused her to perspire or jiggle violently, Laura opted to go for a walk in the late summer sunshine.As she strolled the two miles to and from her parents house to the local ice cream parlor (come on, you didn’t think she didn’t have some ulterior motive did you?), a slender blur passed by her with a wave and a “Hi Laura.” Startled by the sudden figure passing by, Laura almost spilled her large ice cream, which would have been heaven on earth had any other man been nearby, but thankfully, she managed to just keep it erect, leaving her with the puzzled expression of who had just whizzed by her at 6:00pm on a Tuesday. Not that she wasn’t flattered that someone had recognized her, for most of the town had some idea of who the delightful bombshell was, but she couldn’t place any friends from high school who were runners, having always opted for the more manly and physically developed men of the football / soccer / basketball / lacrosse teams. Even more puzzling to her was that most everyone in her grade had managed to escape suburbia for some other part of the country, or to move to the big city.While it stumped her all the way back home, Laura soon forgot all about her strange encounter until she went for her walk the next evening and had the pleasure of seeing a glistening young male specimen running right towards her. With nothing but a pair of compact running shorts to accent his slim but muscular thighs and firm torso completely barren of any clothing, Laura could see every inch of his sinewy muscles and six pack abs. Once again, this familiar stranger waved as he blew past her and said hello, still catching her completely unprepared as she headed off to get her ice cream.This time around though, she thoughtfully pulled out her phone to try and figure out who this physically fit and friendly young man was. After going through the significant effort digging up and scanning through Facebook photos from high school, Laura ultimately found him in the photo of a friend of a friend: Matthew Soddisfare. After doing some further digging, she was vaguely reminded of the scrawny young runner she would occasionally see blast by her and her ‘boyfriend’ during a training run as they walked to her ‘boyfriend’s’ home for some exercise of their own. Never had she imagined that mr. runner would put on a few, emphasis on a few, pounds of muscle. To date, she had never done it with a skinny guy despite all of her prior sexual exploits, and after being figuratively isolated for the past two months, a new hunger slowly emerged inside of her. But, Laura had quickly mastered the art of waiting, and while she was at least intrigued by this newcomer into her life, she was not going to proactively seek Mr. Soddisfare out. She would, however, continue on with her daily ice cream routine and see if their fates would once again cross paths.Much to her disappointment, with fall rapidly approaching, Laura realized that her trips to the ice cream parlor were going to be limited to the next week when the parlor shuttered its doors for the offseason, which would inevitably force Laura to actually go for walks for the sake of fitness. Even worse, it meant that her odds of encountering her recent interest were rapidly diminishing with the passing of each fateful day. With nothing to risk but energy spent, Laura decided to take a risk and up the ante, taking two walks a day in the hopes of encountering mr. runner once again, but with the clock ticking down, she continued to not see him on her walks. She even did the unthinkable, going farther on her walks than she had ever gone, making it all the way to the center of town instead of just her usual ice cream loop, making sure to stop at starbucks for some energy on the way home of course. In spite of her best efforts, each day passed with disappointment as she failed to catch a glimpse of mr. runner, slowly dampening her hopes of having any sort of interaction with someone her own age again. At long last, the week was up and Laura had to accept that she just wasn’t meant to see Mr. Soddisfare out on a run ever again. Despite her best efforts, Laura did not encounter Mr. Soddisfare out on a run again before the ice cream parlor closed for the winter. Truly distraught for the first time in months, Laura finally caved to her mom’s gradual goding and started working on applying for jobs, mostly through her sorority sister network. After doing some real work for the first time in months, and officially applying to two entry positions at small companies in the area where her father had some connections, she decided to celebrate her success by satisfying of her sweet tooth. Some preliminary scouring of the cupboards indicate that she had already devoured all of her mother’s daily baked treats, so she “dashed” off to the store in order to buy cookie dough before it closed at 9pm, a common suburbia problem that the recent college graduate with 24-hour convenience stores was unaccustomed to. Rushing towards the frozen foods aisle, Laura rounded the corner and nearly rammed into a shopping cart just around the bend, barely stopping just in time but forcing her poor white tank top groan violently as it struggled to contain her melon sized breasts. After pausing and apologizing profusely, she realized that the person she had almost rammed into was none other than Mr. Matt Soddisfare himself, who quickly switched from a genuine look of concern to a wide eyed grin at the sight of the startled busty beauty. “Oh my gosh Matt, I am so sorry about that,” Laura had started off before catching on to where Matt’s attention was currently residing. Finally snapping out of his trance and looking up to Laura’s warm, innocent smile, he managed to greet her, “Hi Laura, umm...good to see you. How have you been?”Amused at watching Matt struggle to regain his composure and unable to resist her natural flirtatious urge, Laura leaned on the front end of his shopping cart to provide Matt with an incredible view of her deep cleavage before responding. “I’m doing well, aside from almost getting run over by this crazy lunatic runner a couple of times, and then almost smashing into his shopping cart in the frozen foods aisle late at night.”Catching on to the joke, Matt finally managed to pull himself back together and fight the urge to glance down at the tantalizing display mere inches below her beautiful face. “Yes sorry about that, but I’m training for a marathon and need to make sure I get in my runs. I hope I didn’t startle you too badly.”“Oh no, it just was a little unexpected. I thought everyone had moved off to the city and I was the only one around here,” Laura remarked, trying not to hint too much about her current lifestyle.“Yeah, I know what you mean. No one seems to have stuck around, not that I blame them. I currently work over on the other side of 95 in that little office park so I know exactly what you mean. Everyone seems to have high tailed it out of here.”“The one by the Coca-Cola factory? Of course I know what you’re talking about. I didn’t realize any of those companies were hiring though. Always thought that place was...not the best”“Well, most are not exactly ideal places to work, but I know the president for one of the startups there and he was in desperate need of a corporate strategist, so he brought me on. I’m living at home right now to save up a little bit before I move into the city, but with all of my running, I feel like all my money goes to food,” he remarked with a gesture towards his full shopping cart.“Wow, and I thought I ate a lot,” Laura joked as she finally took the time to glance at the cart. Much to her distaste, it was mostly full of fruits and vegetables, with some protein bars and some meat, but she did spot her favorite cookie brand tucked into a corner.“You like Auntie Mae’s famous oven bake cookies too?!” she remarked with genuine interest. It was a far lesser known brand versus the powerhouses of Toll House and Pillsbury, but Laura found them to be far sweeter, moister, and all around better than the larger brands.“They’re the best, and I managed to get the last one,” he stated proudly.For once in her life, Laura must have been unable to control her facial expressions for Matt instantly picked up on her change in tone and expression as she absently responded, “The last one…”“Hey, why don’t you take them. Lord knows I don’t need them sabotaging my training,” He generously offered, doing the best he could to appease this goddess in front of him.“Really?! Thanks so much Matt,” she said, beginning to reach into the basket. “Hey, at least let me pay for them,” he offered.“No really, I couldn’t” she played innocently, knowing fully well she would finally ‘relent’ when they got to the register, never one to turn down free food, though she did appreciate his gesture.“I insist,” he stated firmly for the first time all conversation along. A genuine smile broke out across Laura’s face, and she accompanied Matt to the checkout line where a rather reluctant store clerk rung up everything right as the store closing announcement went off. Eventually, Laura walked out into the parking lot, cookies in hand, a pleasant vibe reverberating around her mind. “Well thank you for the cookies!”“Think nothing of it. Make sure to take good care of them,” Matt said joking as he started to steer his cart towards the direction of his car in the parking lot. There was a brief moment when he paused as if to say something and Laura, having heart the sound of his cart coming to a halt, turned around to face him as if expecting something more from him. While Matt clearly struggled with something, he inevitably began pushing his cart onwards again and off towards his car, much to Laura’s disappointment, but as she had learned, she needed to stick to her guns and let him initiate anything. Frustrated by the end of her encounter with Matt, but excited to eat her cookies, Laura drove home to make her light celebratory snack, hopeful that she might bump into Matt again sometime soon.For nearly two weeks, Laura continued absent mindedly applying for positions, receiving nothing but rejections, or worse, nothing at all. With fall now in full effect, Laura lounged around her house eating even more of her mother’s cooking than normal and much to even her own mother’s surprise, continued to maintain her slender figure, bust aside. While she wasn’t eating her feelings per say, Laura was rapidly finding herself becoming increasingly bored without the pool to tan by, and having killed any all books in her house to read. Thus, it was with great relief that she received a Facebook message one evening from none other than Mr. Soddisfare himself:“Hey, I know we don’t exactly know each other and that you’re very busy applying for jobs at the moment, but let me know if you want to grab coffee or something sometime soon. My mileage is starting to wind down as the marathon looms closer, and I am finding that I have more free time all of sudden. You’re probably too busy, but let me know!”Laura could only smile at the message. On the one hand she thought it was sweet of him to finally ask her out on something of a date, on the flip side, given how perfectly written the message had tried to be casual, but thoughtfully crafted, she could tell he was very nervous. What surprised Laura, however, was how much thought she found herself putting into her own response. The queen of confidence, standard for seduction, and mastermind of mischief, was at a complete loss for what should have been an easy response for her. After much deliberation, far more than she had ever put into any response to a man before, she finally came up with something she thought was both tasteful and relevant.“Aren’t you runners supposed to be carbo-loading? Let’s skip coffee and go straight for some good old Italian, so long as you won’t run away at the first sight of my appetite,” she half teased.Almost instantly her phone buzzed again, Laura’s assumption about Matt’s eagerness had been well founded. “That sounds great to me, and I’m glad you’re not afraid to eat. I can’t stand people who just eat salads all day, every day. If it’s OK with you, how about I pick you up tomorrow evening at 7pm? I know a great place with reasonable prices and a lot of food.”Laura scanned the message and made sure to take her time before responding, trying to play it casual. “Sounds good to me. Who likes eating a salad anyway? Give me a slice of pizza any day of the week. Anyway, here’s my address and I will see you tomorrow .”She could only imagine the waves of excitement that Matt must have been experiencing after reading that message, and surprisingly, it brought her some form of pleasure and excitement as well. Things were starting to look up for her.

Just for fun. Over the past few years(and added pounds) , how many different bra sizes have you worn and what were they?