This is a short tale about me. After weaning my second and last child off breast milk, my husband asked me sheepishly, if I would consider keeping my milk flowing. I must admit I was a little shocked by his request, since all along I had been complaining rather loudly about how fedup I was of breastfeeding. Quite frankly I wanted my body back, I wanted to wear sexy bras and not smell of milk all the time. Anyway I refused telling him to grow up, but like a child he kept on whining - "Please Katie", he begged.

"Dont worry Jesica, Rex will keep you company until I get back, wont you boy," he bent down to give the golden retriever a playful tikle. I threw myself on the bed dramatically and sobbed loudly. A few minutes later Donald my husband came into the room to kiss me goodbye, I wrapped my arms around him tightly begging him not to go, but he pulled himself free "Ill call you when I arrive in New York," he said and was gone.

Anne looked at her younger brothers innocent face and could tell immediately that he was out of his depth and drowning fast; what on earth was he thinking of marriage at his age and to that e jumped up little slut who had deliberately got herself pregnant just so she could trap him. Well Anne wasnt having any of it. Jamie, youre much too young for marriage, believe me Ive been there and its the hardest thing in the world to get right She said. Amy said youd be jealous, you just dont want me to grow up; you treat me more like your son than your brother.

I looked out of the widow and saw my dads silver gray BMW pull up in the drive, he climbed out of the car carrying an overnight bag, he was wearing beige slacks and a black blazer, he looked fit, healthy and handsome just like always. I opened the door to greet him and flung myself into his arms. Its good to see you too honey, he said planting a kiss firmly on my forehead, how are you holding up? Im not good dad I said, my voice quivering. Come on lets get you inside, your dads here now. He said giving me a comforting hug.

If you havent looked at at the pictures on my profile, you need to go back and take a good look. The first picture is not me, its my cousin Cynthia - great tits dont you think? Shes years younger than me, Ive known her since she was a baby. Shes always been over developed a bit like me but only bigger The difference is, I love my boobs, I know how to dress smart, sexy, professional, besides theyre full of milk. But Cynthia all she ever talks about is saving up for a breast reduction. I tell her all the time that shes a beautiful big black woman who should embrace her curves and shes crazy to even think that way, but Im not sure if she listens to me.

I always knew my mum didnt like me much, mostly because I was a bit on the slow side and it didnt help that I was a big hefty girl not exactly anything to be proud of. One day my mum just took me to Grandpas house and said were overcrowded at ours, youve got to keep her for a while dad. It was true with the twins and mums new boyfriend we were pushed for space, but grandpa only had a one bedroom ground floor flat. Grandpa was a bit put out at first, you should have heard the names he called mum, but then he said wed better make the best

A couple of years ago when I was more hard up for money than I am right now I took some work with an agency home help. Basically they would send me to the homes of disabled people or the aged and I would do a little house work, shopping that kind of thing. There was this one old guy I called him Mr Fraser I could tell he liked that I showed him respect in that way. This guy was always telling me that I had a fine figure just like his wife use to have before she