As I suspected, the jealous little fucker, cozily enveloped by my weighty breasts (you'd think he would have been content), kicked and coughed and whimpered all fucking night during my date, so much so that Hugh (what a hunk!) asked to be excused to the restroom and, well.... he never returned. I was angry, sure, but more than anything I was gutted. Will I ever have luck with a real, full sized man again? Will I ever get properly laid? Home from that disaster of a date, I pulled the little man out and scolded him. as if pouring boiling water over his head. Yes, he protested; yes, he whined; of... Show more