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Zach Brady always listened to his penis. In eighteen years of his life he always took its advice. It didn't matter if the girl was rich or poor, old or young, how she was dressed, or how fat she was. It didn't matter what time of day it was, what kind of mood he was in, or whether it was an appropriate social setting. If his penis told him to go after a girl, he listened. He never questioned its judgment. And his penis demanded that he talk to her.

She was absolutely exquisite. She had the confident strut of an athlete, but the build for a power sport. It started with the thighs and hips. She had meat on her, but just a little jiggle to her wiggle. There was some real mojo in her ba-donka-donk, he could tell. His penis ticked off her pleasing attributes: big tits, round face, pretty brown eyes, killer smile. Once again, Zach had to admit his penis was right, and it was pointing stiffly towards her as if it were a divining rod and she were an oasis.

“How's it going?” Zach said as she walked by. The girl nodded and smiled at him, and kept walking. Zach silently swore to himself. His penis was always right, but it was no help when it came to landing the deal. That depended on his brain, which was much more unreliable.

“Excuse me!” he said desperately, as he whirled and clumsily duck stepped behind her. In high school Zach was an all state athlete in football and baseball, and was normally smooth with the women. But something about this chick had turned his brain to mush and his legs to jelly.

He wouldn't describe her as fat. Zach loved him some fat chicks! But she was thick. That's how Zach would describe her. He just had to get to know her.

“Excuse me!” he repeated as she kept walking. She was almost a foot shorter than his six foot three frame, and she had a heavy backpack which looked to be bursting with books, but he could barely keep up with her. Something about her looked familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

“Can I help you?” she asked, finally coming to a stop.

“Zach Brady,” he said smoothly, finally recovering his wits. “I think we met before?”

“I don't think so,” she said, and began to turn around.

He grabbed her arm politely, steering her back towards him. “Hold on a minute, you're from Texas, right?”

It was a play on the odds. 96.6 percent of the incoming freshman at Texas A&M were from Texas, but no matter what she answered, Zach would continue the conversation.

She pursed her lips. “Yes, I'm from Texas. I'm sorry, but I'm really busy. I don't have time for a boyfriend right now.”

Zach grinned. That was one obstacle out of the way. No boyfriend was good. “I'm Zach Brady. I played quarterback at Dexter High. We can walk and talk if you are busy. Where in Texas are you from?”

“Wichita Falls.”

“Heck, that's right around the corner from me. We had quite a fight against you in football. What do you like to do?”

“I'm a softball player. I'm going to play catcher for the Lady Red Raiders.”

“I knew you were an athlete. I could just tell. What's your name?”

“Savannah Hill.”

Zach knew she looked familiar, and remembered Hank Hill's hot trophy wife. Pack some fat on Savannah, age her a few years, and Savannah would be a perfect replica of Debbie Hill. He continued talking to Savannah as they entered one of the academic buildings.

“You aren't related to Hank Hill, are ya?”

“That's my daddy.”

“Wow! He's a Red Raider legend! He took us within one game of the National Championship, and that Cotton bowl was one for the ages.”

“Believe me, I've heard all of the stories,” Savannah replied. “More than a few times. Now excuse me, but I really need to go.”

“I'd really like to take you out sometime,” Zach rushed. “and get to know you better.”

“That's sweet of you, and you seem like a nice guy, but I told you before I don't want a boyfriend. At this point you are wasting not only your time, but my time. You are smooth, but I'll let you know right now I'm smarter than you. Much smarter. I don't want to be mean, but that's just the way it is. So Mr. Football Player go get yourself a nice dumb cheerleader and leave me alone.”

Zach stood dumbfounded as Savannah veered into a classroom, her amazing ba-donka-donk bouncing with just the hint of a sexy jiggle. Savannah Hill had told him clearly that she wasn't interested in him, but he now knew her name, and that she existed, and he now wanted her more than anything.

Two weeks into the school year and Savannah was already familiar with the Cushing Memorial Library. Built in 1930, and constructed from cast stone, the library was a landmark building on the university campus. It offered Savannah both a place to study and a break from the tomfoolery that took place in the athlete dorms.

Unlike her parents, Savannah was a serious student. Both Hank and Debbie Hill were smart, but had never put any effort into their academics. Savannah was the opposite. She put effort into everything she did, academics included. She was valedictorian of her high school and was all state softball. Whatever Savannah set her mind to, she accomplished.

Savannah's backpack was half full of books from her Sociology and English Lit class. By the time she left the library the pack would be completely full. She trod up the stone steps and nodded at the boys who greeted her. Over the years Savannah had mastered the art of the friendly nod. The key was to nod in a friendly matter to acknowledge the person, but not be so friendly as to invite further conversation. Savannah Hill was pretty and rich, there wasn't enough time in the day for her to speak to all the boys that hit on her.

Savannah walked through the entrance and into the stacks. Her first priority was Sociology. Savannah tested out of freshman history, and had taken Sociology in its place.

Then Savannah's pulse raced as she spotted a familiar figure. Lexi Ryder was sitting by one of the long carved walnut tables. Lexi had tiny earbud headphones in her ears, and was texting and chewing gum as she gave an occasional glance at the books she had spread out on the table.

Savannah did her best to ignore Lexi and gather the books she needed. Every time she looked over, Lexi was texting, her head bobbing back and forth to the music, oblivious to the Savannah. Lexi's books were all but ignored.

Savannah's mother spent her life coasting by on her looks, and Savannah was determined to be different. Her mother tried to turn her into a pageant queen. When Savannah was ten she finished runner up in the Little Miss Texas competition, the biggest junior pageant in the state. While Savannah had the looks for beauty pageants she preferred softball. Softball was a test of ability, not appearance. Her choice to abandon beauty pageants and focus on softball left her father delighted and her mother disappointed.

Savannah also excelled in the classroom. Often she wasn't taking seriously because of her looks. Just because you were good looking didn't mean you had to be dumb. But girls like Lexi Ryder propagated the stereotype of good looking and dumb. Listening to music and texting was about as dumb as it got. Savannah knew it was none of her business, but she found herself marching up behind Lexi.

Savannah fought the urge to give Lexi's big blond hair a tug, and instead reached down and pulled out one of her earbuds. Lexi's entire body jerked, startled.

“You're doing it wrong!” Savannah said.

Lexi composed herself as she turned to Savannah, patting her blonde hair as if to check it was still in place.

“What the hell Savannah! You scared the shit out of me!”

“I need to talk to you. You are doing it wrong.”

Lexi removed her other earbud. Savannah could hear faint music emitting from Lexi's iphone. Savannah had expected some insipid pop artist like Katy Perry, but was pleasantly surprised to hear Pistol Annies Hell on Heels. Maybe Lexi Ryder didn't know how to study properly, but at least she had good taste when it came to music.

“What was I doing wrong this time?” Lexi said.

“Do you honestly need to ask?”

“I'm texting my friend. He got shot down by a cute girl earlier today and he's looking for some advice. So am I texting wrong? Is that even possible?” Lexi grinned wryly at Savannah and cocked her head.

“No, but aren't you supposed to be studying instead of texting and listening to music?” Savannah motioned towards the books that Lexi had spread out on the table.

“Are you sure you aren't my mother?”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

Lexi sighed. “If I explained the issues between me and my mom it would take all night. You don't want to hear that shit.”

“Try me.”

“My mom is always trying to be Miss Perfect. Everything has to be perfect – her clothes, her hair, what kind of car she drives... She is always worrying about her image and what people think of her. She wants to be some kind of a perfect superwoman, and she ends up looking like such a fake.”

Savannah barely knew Lexi, and she was flattered that the pretty blonde was able to confide in her.

“I just can't live up to her standards,” Lexi added. “You just reminded me a little of her, no offense, beautiful and smart and always knowing what's best for me.”

“I'm sure she does it because she cares.”

Lexi rolled her eyes. “If you ever met her, you would know exactly what I was talking about. Anyhow, I need to get back to poor Zach.”

Savannah thought back to that afternoon, when the guy she had seen help Lexi move into the dorm hit on her. He said his name was Zach. She was so focused on Lexi she hadn't made the connection.

“So what happened with Zach?”

“Saw a cute girl, got shot down. Typical Zach,” Lexi laughed. “I'm going to help him get back on his feet, typical Lexi.”

“Did he say what she was like?”

“No he didn't, but the thing about Zach is he's really into fat chicks, so while I'm sure she was gorgeous she was probably a fatty.”

Savannah blushed. If she had a single insecurity, it was her weight. She was suddenly self conscious of the way her jeans hugged her butt. She liked being powerful, but she didn't like being thought of as fatty.

“Who knows? Maybe it was someone athletic. Maybe he was turning over a new leaf.”

“Nah, he said he had some real chunk in her trunk.” Lexi arched an eyebrow that looked penciled on. “Why do you care what she looked like?”

“Just curious,” Savannah replied. “I'd better let you get back to your studying, or whatever it is you are doing.”

Savannah could hear that the Pistol Annies had now moved on to Lemon Drop. Lexi smiled at Savannah and pulled the earbuds back into her ears. After she did so, she gave her blonde hair another pat.

Savannah grabbed the remainder of her books as Lexi continued to text and chew gum, ignoring her books even more determinedly than before. Eventually Savannah snuck a final glance and left the stacks. As she left she wondered when she would next run into Lexi again. As infuriating as Lexi was, Savannah was kind of looking forward to it.

Hi Touchdown!

Thanks for sharing the pic! You're right, that chic has some massive jugs!

There are some real hotties here at A&M! I'm going to take your advice there is one hot tamale that I have my eye on. When I spoke to her she kinda blew me off, but I think I can win her over. She's big and athletic and I just met her but I think I am in love!!! Ha!

I hear ya 'bout those Longhorns! Gotta run!

Brady4Real

Zach pressed send and closed his laptop.

“Come in.”

Lexi strode in. A cheerleader with a cute little figure and long blonde hair most guys would be all over her. Back in high school when she was throwing herself at Zach he ignored her. Was he crazy? But Zach liked what he liked, and he liked big chics. The best way to judge how big a chic was going to get was to look at their mom, and judging from Ally Ryder, Lexi had no potential.

Now Savannah Hill, on the other hand, well, her mother was fab flab! Debbie Hill was Savannah's potential fully realized in a ready to eat MILF sized package of super chunk delight. At the football game she wiggled around in her ready to burst jeans like she was the most confident woman on the planet.

“So you got your heart broken today poor Zachy Wacky?” Lexi grinned.

“It was only a temporary setback,” Zach replied. “I have a way with women. She'll come around.”

“So who is this mystery woman? Did you even get her name?”

“Savannah Hill. Her daddy is Hank Hill. She has a full ride on a softball scholarship. You should see the pic of her in her uniform, Lexi. She is unbelievable.”

“I don't need to see a pic Zach. I've met her.”

“Get out!” Zach replied. “You are shitting me, aren't you? You'd better not be shitting me Lexi. Where was it? What did she say? What was she wearing?”

“Well the first time it was at the gym, and the second time was at the library this evening.”

“You lucky bitch! She's totally cute, right?”

“I suppose if I was into girls I would consider her a perfect ten.”

“Damn straight,” Zach replied proudly. “I can't believe you met my future girlfriend already!”

“Zach I'm not sure she's girlfriend material. I think she was kinda into me.”

“No way!” Zach cried. “I mean, I just imagined it in my brain, you and Savannah hooking up, and it was totally hot and all, and I almost jizzed my pants, but no way! Savannah Hill is going to be mine. I just need to step up the old Brady charm a notch.”

Lexi laughed. “I have a better shot at Savannah. I can tell when someone likes me. Zach, she's on the softball team for god's sake!”

“Let's bet on it. I bet I can get her out on a date before you can.”

“Zach, I'm not a lesbian.”

“Don't worry, because it's not going to happen. I'm so sure I'll put one hundred large on it.”

“Zach I don't want your money.”

“See! You are trying to weasel out of it! You wind me up and make me crazy, but you know she's not a lesbian. Hell, I'll be your slave for a week if she agrees to go out with you. I'll do anything you want!”

Lexi arched a penciled on eyebrow. “That would be kinda fun...”

“Yes!” Zach extended his hand towards Lexi. “Let's shake on it.”

“OK Zach. It's a bet. But just remember you asked for it...”

Hey Brady4Real,

Touchdown here. Glad to hear you found a hot tamale. You should go for it. Some women take some more winnin' over than others. Getting' my gal took a lot of persistence, but I won her over and fed her up and she is the biggest MILF in Texas (literally!). Big and athletic sounds fantastic! Give me some more details about this heavy hottie!

Longhorns suck,

Touchdown

Description
- Three -

Zach Brady always listened to his penis. In eighteen years of his life he always took its advice. It didn't matter if the girl was rich or poor, old or young, how she was dressed, or how fat she was. It didn't matter what time of day it was, what kind of mood he was in, or whether it was an appropriate social setting. If his penis told him to go after a girl, he listened. He never questioned its judgment. And his penis demanded that he talk to her.

She was absolutely exquisite. She had the confident strut of an athlete, but the build for a power sport. It started with the thighs and hips. She had meat on her, but just a little jiggle to her wiggle. There was some real mojo in her ba-donka-donk, he could tell. His penis ticked off her pleasing attributes: big tits, round face, pretty brown eyes, killer smile. Once again, Zach had to admit his penis was right, and it was pointing stiffly towards her as if it were a divining rod and she were an oasis.

“How's it going?” Zach said as she walked by. The girl nodded and smiled at him, and kept walking. Zach silently swore to himself. His penis was always right, but it was no help when it came to landing the deal. That depended on his brain, which was much more unreliable.

“Excuse me!” he said desperately, as he whirled and clumsily duck stepped behind her. In high school Zach was an all state athlete in football and baseball, and was normally smooth with the women. But something about this chick had turned his brain to mush and his legs to jelly.

He wouldn't describe her as fat. Zach loved him some fat chicks! But she was thick. That's how Zach would describe her. He just had to get to know her.

“Excuse me!” he repeated as she kept walking. She was almost a foot shorter than his six foot three frame, and she had a heavy backpack which looked to be bursting with books, but he could barely keep up with her. Something about her looked familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

“Can I help you?” she asked, finally coming to a stop.

“Zach Brady,” he said smoothly, finally recovering his wits. “I think we met before?”

“I don't think so,” she said, and began to turn around.

He grabbed her arm politely, steering her back towards him. “Hold on a minute, you're from Texas, right?”

It was a play on the odds. 96.6 percent of the incoming freshman at Texas A&M were from Texas, but no matter what she answered, Zach would continue the conversation.

She pursed her lips. “Yes, I'm from Texas. I'm sorry, but I'm really busy. I don't have time for a boyfriend right now.”

Zach grinned. That was one obstacle out of the way. No boyfriend was good. “I'm Zach Brady. I played quarterback at Dexter High. We can walk and talk if you are busy. Where in Texas are you from?”

“Wichita Falls.”

“Heck, that's right around the corner from me. We had quite a fight against you in football. What do you like to do?”

“I'm a softball player. I'm going to play catcher for the Lady Red Raiders.”

“I knew you were an athlete. I could just tell. What's your name?”

“Savannah Hill.”

Zach knew she looked familiar, and remembered Hank Hill's hot trophy wife. Pack some fat on Savannah, age her a few years, and Savannah would be a perfect replica of Debbie Hill. He continued talking to Savannah as they entered one of the academic buildings.

“You aren't related to Hank Hill, are ya?”

“That's my daddy.”

“Wow! He's a Red Raider legend! He took us within one game of the National Championship, and that Cotton bowl was one for the ages.”

“Believe me, I've heard all of the stories,” Savannah replied. “More than a few times. Now excuse me, but I really need to go.”

“I'd really like to take you out sometime,” Zach rushed. “and get to know you better.”

“That's sweet of you, and you seem like a nice guy, but I told you before I don't want a boyfriend. At this point you are wasting not only your time, but my time. You are smooth, but I'll let you know right now I'm smarter than you. Much smarter. I don't want to be mean, but that's just the way it is. So Mr. Football Player go get yourself a nice dumb cheerleader and leave me alone.”

Zach stood dumbfounded as Savannah veered into a classroom, her amazing ba-donka-donk bouncing with just the hint of a sexy jiggle. Savannah Hill had told him clearly that she wasn't interested in him, but he now knew her name, and that she existed, and he now wanted her more than anything.

Two weeks into the school year and Savannah was already familiar with the Cushing Memorial Library. Built in 1930, and constructed from cast stone, the library was a landmark building on the university campus. It offered Savannah both a place to study and a break from the tomfoolery that took place in the athlete dorms.

Unlike her parents, Savannah was a serious student. Both Hank and Debbie Hill were smart, but had never put any effort into their academics. Savannah was the opposite. She put effort into everything she did, academics included. She was valedictorian of her high school and was all state softball. Whatever Savannah set her mind to, she accomplished.

Savannah's backpack was half full of books from her Sociology and English Lit class. By the time she left the library the pack would be completely full. She trod up the stone steps and nodded at the boys who greeted her. Over the years Savannah had mastered the art of the friendly nod. The key was to nod in a friendly matter to acknowledge the person, but not be so friendly as to invite further conversation. Savannah Hill was pretty and rich, there wasn't enough time in the day for her to speak to all the boys that hit on her.

Savannah walked through the entrance and into the stacks. Her first priority was Sociology. Savannah tested out of freshman history, and had taken Sociology in its place.

Then Savannah's pulse raced as she spotted a familiar figure. Lexi Ryder was sitting by one of the long carved walnut tables. Lexi had tiny earbud headphones in her ears, and was texting and chewing gum as she gave an occasional glance at the books she had spread out on the table.

Savannah did her best to ignore Lexi and gather the books she needed. Every time she looked over, Lexi was texting, her head bobbing back and forth to the music, oblivious to the Savannah. Lexi's books were all but ignored.

Savannah's mother spent her life coasting by on her looks, and Savannah was determined to be different. Her mother tried to turn her into a pageant queen. When Savannah was ten she finished runner up in the Little Miss Texas competition, the biggest junior pageant in the state. While Savannah had the looks for beauty pageants she preferred softball. Softball was a test of ability, not appearance. Her choice to abandon beauty pageants and focus on softball left her father delighted and her mother disappointed.

Savannah also excelled in the classroom. Often she wasn't taking seriously because of her looks. Just because you were good looking didn't mean you had to be dumb. But girls like Lexi Ryder propagated the stereotype of good looking and dumb. Listening to music and texting was about as dumb as it got. Savannah knew it was none of her business, but she found herself marching up behind Lexi.

Savannah fought the urge to give Lexi's big blond hair a tug, and instead reached down and pulled out one of her earbuds. Lexi's entire body jerked, startled.

“You're doing it wrong!” Savannah said.

Lexi composed herself as she turned to Savannah, patting her blonde hair as if to check it was still in place.

“What the hell Savannah! You scared the shit out of me!”

“I need to talk to you. You are doing it wrong.”

Lexi removed her other earbud. Savannah could hear faint music emitting from Lexi's iphone. Savannah had expected some insipid pop artist like Katy Perry, but was pleasantly surprised to hear Pistol Annies Hell on Heels. Maybe Lexi Ryder didn't know how to study properly, but at least she had good taste when it came to music.

“What was I doing wrong this time?” Lexi said.

“Do you honestly need to ask?”

“I'm texting my friend. He got shot down by a cute girl earlier today and he's looking for some advice. So am I texting wrong? Is that even possible?” Lexi grinned wryly at Savannah and cocked her head.

“No, but aren't you supposed to be studying instead of texting and listening to music?” Savannah motioned towards the books that Lexi had spread out on the table.

“Are you sure you aren't my mother?”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

Lexi sighed. “If I explained the issues between me and my mom it would take all night. You don't want to hear that shit.”

“Try me.”

“My mom is always trying to be Miss Perfect. Everything has to be perfect – her clothes, her hair, what kind of car she drives... She is always worrying about her image and what people think of her. She wants to be some kind of a perfect superwoman, and she ends up looking like such a fake.”

Savannah barely knew Lexi, and she was flattered that the pretty blonde was able to confide in her.

“I just can't live up to her standards,” Lexi added. “You just reminded me a little of her, no offense, beautiful and smart and always knowing what's best for me.”

“I'm sure she does it because she cares.”

Lexi rolled her eyes. “If you ever met her, you would know exactly what I was talking about. Anyhow, I need to get back to poor Zach.”

Savannah thought back to that afternoon, when the guy she had seen help Lexi move into the dorm hit on her. He said his name was Zach. She was so focused on Lexi she hadn't made the connection.

“So what happened with Zach?”

“Saw a cute girl, got shot down. Typical Zach,” Lexi laughed. “I'm going to help him get back on his feet, typical Lexi.”

“Did he say what she was like?”

“No he didn't, but the thing about Zach is he's really into fat chicks, so while I'm sure she was gorgeous she was probably a fatty.”

Savannah blushed. If she had a single insecurity, it was her weight. She was suddenly self conscious of the way her jeans hugged her butt. She liked being powerful, but she didn't like being thought of as fatty.

“Who knows? Maybe it was someone athletic. Maybe he was turning over a new leaf.”

“Nah, he said he had some real chunk in her trunk.” Lexi arched an eyebrow that looked penciled on. “Why do you care what she looked like?”

“Just curious,” Savannah replied. “I'd better let you get back to your studying, or whatever it is you are doing.”

Savannah could hear that the Pistol Annies had now moved on to Lemon Drop. Lexi smiled at Savannah and pulled the earbuds back into her ears. After she did so, she gave her blonde hair another pat.

Savannah grabbed the remainder of her books as Lexi continued to text and chew gum, ignoring her books even more determinedly than before. Eventually Savannah snuck a final glance and left the stacks. As she left she wondered when she would next run into Lexi again. As infuriating as Lexi was, Savannah was kind of looking forward to it.

Hi Touchdown!

Thanks for sharing the pic! You're right, that chic has some massive jugs!

There are some real hotties here at A&M! I'm going to take your advice there is one hot tamale that I have my eye on. When I spoke to her she kinda blew me off, but I think I can win her over. She's big and athletic and I just met her but I think I am in love!!! Ha!

I hear ya 'bout those Longhorns! Gotta run!

Brady4Real

Zach pressed send and closed his laptop.

“Come in.”

Lexi strode in. A cheerleader with a cute little figure and long blonde hair most guys would be all over her. Back in high school when she was throwing herself at Zach he ignored her. Was he crazy? But Zach liked what he liked, and he liked big chics. The best way to judge how big a chic was going to get was to look at their mom, and judging from Ally Ryder, Lexi had no potential.

Now Savannah Hill, on the other hand, well, her mother was fab flab! Debbie Hill was Savannah's potential fully realized in a ready to eat MILF sized package of super chunk delight. At the football game she wiggled around in her ready to burst jeans like she was the most confident woman on the planet.

“So you got your heart broken today poor Zachy Wacky?” Lexi grinned.

“It was only a temporary setback,” Zach replied. “I have a way with women. She'll come around.”

“So who is this mystery woman? Did you even get her name?”

“Savannah Hill. Her daddy is Hank Hill. She has a full ride on a softball scholarship. You should see the pic of her in her uniform, Lexi. She is unbelievable.”

“I don't need to see a pic Zach. I've met her.”

“Get out!” Zach replied. “You are shitting me, aren't you? You'd better not be shitting me Lexi. Where was it? What did she say? What was she wearing?”

“Well the first time it was at the gym, and the second time was at the library this evening.”

“You lucky bitch! She's totally cute, right?”

“I suppose if I was into girls I would consider her a perfect ten.”

“Damn straight,” Zach replied proudly. “I can't believe you met my future girlfriend already!”

“Zach I'm not sure she's girlfriend material. I think she was kinda into me.”

“No way!” Zach cried. “I mean, I just imagined it in my brain, you and Savannah hooking up, and it was totally hot and all, and I almost jizzed my pants, but no way! Savannah Hill is going to be mine. I just need to step up the old Brady charm a notch.”

Lexi laughed. “I have a better shot at Savannah. I can tell when someone likes me. Zach, she's on the softball team for god's sake!”

“Let's bet on it. I bet I can get her out on a date before you can.”

“Zach, I'm not a lesbian.”

“Don't worry, because it's not going to happen. I'm so sure I'll put one hundred large on it.”

“Zach I don't want your money.”

“See! You are trying to weasel out of it! You wind me up and make me crazy, but you know she's not a lesbian. Hell, I'll be your slave for a week if she agrees to go out with you. I'll do anything you want!”

Lexi arched a penciled on eyebrow. “That would be kinda fun...”

“Yes!” Zach extended his hand towards Lexi. “Let's shake on it.”

“OK Zach. It's a bet. But just remember you asked for it...”

Hey Brady4Real,

Touchdown here. Glad to hear you found a hot tamale. You should go for it. Some women take some more winnin' over than others. Getting' my gal took a lot of persistence, but I won her over and fed her up and she is the biggest MILF in Texas (literally!). Big and athletic sounds fantastic! Give me some more details about this heavy hottie!

Longhorns suck,

Touchdown