A BBW Clean Up

Okay, it’s been a few weeks and if I don’t tell someone I’m just going to die. Before we got back home from, what ended up being extended, holiday I had a brief affair. Well I suppose that affair would not be the right word. Maybe encounter would be better. I’m not too sure that everyone would consider it to be sex either. I know when Bill Clinton was the President of America it seemed like he did not consider oral sex and other sex to be the same.

Funny I should say that. David Cameron has just moved to Number 10 Downing Street today. He seems young to me as Bill Clinton was when the Americans elected him. Will he have his own girl? Who knows? I have to admit that it makes me smile a bit because Bill Clinton chose a big girl like me to play with. Imagine, the President of America and he was a chubby chaser.

Well at least that thought made me laugh a bit. Yes I am what they call a BBW. I am tall, and for most of my life no one considered me big around the middle, but age and children tend to change things. My thighs got nice and chunky after Warren and my bottom widened out, and my boobies and tummy never returned to normal after Grace, going from near flat chested to melons almost overnight in the third trimester. More men started to pay attention as I passed them on the street, the ones who like their women big. Rory, my husband, well, I became not really his type quite suddenly.

Sorry, I stopped a minute for a little cry. Rory’s been having an affair with Jenny, who works down at his favorite pub. It’s been going on for some six years now, but he thinks I do not know. I don’t understand why it makes me fell guilty for what I did. Maybe it’s because I still love him as much as always, even though he does not love me back the same.

I suppose I should just tell what happened. Maybe someone else will know if it was right, or wrong, or even if it’s considered sex by people other than Bill Clinton.

It was Tuesday, 20 April, 2010, depending on your point of view. It was in the wee hours of the morning so some would say it was actually Wednesday, but it was that actual day when things got started. After over a week of extended vacation the flights back home were finally cleared. The only problem was that there were so many people waiting to go that I already knew we were going to be stuck for several more days before I even bothered to ring up the airline. Luckily the people who were waiting to replace us at the vacation resort were just as stuck as we were back home, so at least we did not have to find other lodging. The main problem was money was running tight, so that morning I did my best to budget us on food and petrol for a few more days. I told the children they would have to be content with the pool at the resort.

I suppose I should say that we went to Florida and stayed in a vacation resort that caters to several people on holiday from the U.K. in a place called Davenport. The drive to Disney World is short from there, and the rates are reasonable because it is just far enough away from all the theme parks it is not considered a tourist area. We actually discussed staying there again, and Rory and Lulu, his mother, checked into a vacation home so we could do it all the time, but I am unsure if it would be wise for various reasons.

Anyway, it was the two of us and the kids, Lulu, and Will and Helen, my brother and sister-in-law. During the stay we went to the Disney parks almost every day, and we even spent a couple of days at the Typhoon Lagoon water park, and I have to say I could spend all day riding around on a float in the river area, but there is a waterfall that is freezing cold along the way. Warren and Grace were having the time of their lives. Lulu was in her element, doing all those fun things she imagined being able to do on family holiday and being important as Gran for being there. Will and Helen acted like a couple of kids on a second honeymoon. Rory-.