Irresistible indian

When I met him on the street, he was shy even to see me eye to eye. But he sure was interested in me. I wondered, because I was no heroine; I was no zero-sized star; I was not even a firm-bodied bombshell. I was fat, plump and saggy. I had a great set of boobs on top front and even greater set of bums on bottom back.

He looked at me from the corner of his eyes. I knew he liked me. I took him home. While he sat in anticipation, I went in and came with the most shocking dress – nothing on my body.
Instead of surprised, he appeared at ease. His shyness was gone forever. I began exposing as much of my fat yet soft, plump yet curvaceous body as possible. I knew no man, or woman for that matter, could resist a curved body as mine. Yes, I have a couple of women friends who fall for my curves! But man is a man.