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He hadn't left a note either day. I wondered if he was mad at me, though I could swear he had sat beside me on the bed at least twice, stroking my forehead and hair.
My hands folded over his arms, lightly holding him while the water level rose and fell over my breasts like the tide ebbing and flowing from my uneven breathing.
That's what it was. It had to be.
" The words 'too little, too late,' came to mind, but I kept my mouth shut. Partly because I was stunned he was finally admitting he'd wronged me, and I didn't want him to take it back.
"I'm a coward," I finished, trying to turn onto my side without sloshing too much water onto the floor. Chris just hummed against my hair, his arms adjusting to hold me in my new position.
"At the last training session, they told me to not give up. They were sure there was a girl out there who would accept me for who I was, flaws and all the bling included.
And he lived less than an hour away in one of the suburbs.
We can try to salvage it tomorrow.