Mrs. Fattorusso was extremely thin despite her name containing the word, “fat” in it. Her waist was the smallest I’ve ever seen on a grown woman. Her legs and arms were like sticks. She had a nice ass, though it was a little small. Her tits were also tiny, either an A or B cup. Normally I didn’t find stick-figure skinny girls or women attractive but I fell in love with Mrs. Fattorusso because of her personality then later started to admire her short and small slinky sexy body. I remember seeing her pregnant a year or two ago and around then her body was magnificent. She had big tits, nice thighs, a round ass and a full belly. That was a long time ago and her current small frame showed no signs that she was ever plump and pregnant. Part of me wished her husband would knock her up again so I could watch her grow and swell, becoming sexier with each passing day. On the other hand, I already thought she was stunning and if she were any more attractive my grades would plummet, there would be no way I could focus then. I was writing an essay after school with Mrs. Fattorusso when she suddenly interrupted me. “Can you do me a favor please, Jack?” Mrs. Fattorusso asked politely. “Sure, no problem,” I agreed happily. “Could you return this book to the school library for me? I have too many tests to grade here and I really wanna get them done. Plus I was just there and I don’t wanna go back and look stupid,” she smiled. I schoolgirl nodded and took the book from her. As Hairy I was about to head out the door Mrs. Fattorusso added, “Oh and please tell them not to rent it to anyone else, it’s very important that they don’t. Don’t worry they’ll understand. Thanks honey!” I left the classroom surprised. I wondered why Mrs. Fattorusso didn’t want anyone to read this book. Before returning it I decided to flip through it to investigate. It was a small book with a red leather cover and old yellow pages. It was titled, “Family Curses” and was written by an anonymous author. I found it strange that Mrs. Fattorusso would read a book about curses as she loved nonfiction not fantasy. After looking through the pages I found nothing out of the ordinary that would force Mrs. Fattorusso to demand that the book be banned. That was, however, until I went back to the beginning and found the table of contents. The entire book was about families in the United States that were rumored to have curses placed upon them. These curses were passed down by blood as well as by marriage or name. The table of contents consisted of a long list of different last names. One of the names was Fattorusso. I laughed and thought how silly it was that Mrs. Fattorusso would ban a dumb fantasy book about made up curses just because it contained one about her last name. It took me a while to decide whether I should read the Fattorusso chapter or not. I was afraid it would be a waste of time. I’m so glad that I decided asian to read it as it was incredible. According to the book, the Fattorusso’s have a curse placed upon their family where anyone they love can make them fat. This was because a Fattorusso apparently stole from a wealthy family in order to immigrate to the U.S. around the days of Ellis Island. The family was then cursed by the victims as punishment for their greed and all future offspring and family members would receive this curse as they all must pay for the sins of the past which allowed them to live comfortably in the U.S. The curse was also based upon the obvious presence of the word fat in Fattorusso. It made me laugh, yet, it was so intriguing. The book claimed that the curse made any Fattorusso gain weight whenever touched by a loved one who says the word fat. The example stated if one were to simply poke the midsection of japanese a Fattorusso and utter the word “fat” that Fattorusso would instantly gain weight in their midriff or cumshot any area touched while the word was spoken. Alexie was now a little more knowledgeable and had some idea what they were talking about but schoolgirl still some things were new. “There is our Master!” She keeps me on point with calls, schedules and various duties. “Can I help you, miss?” he asked, his accent cultured and British, the refined tones of someone from the Indian Subcontinent who had an education. Maria just became another one of the victims, and she just regained cumshot asian consciousness. Manuel asked us if we wanted our pussies painting as well. “What have I got to lose?” she said, and then answered her own question, “That’s right... my head.” The airport was surprisingly quiet, and Rachel was feeling feisty. That’s why she can’t understand why her panties are so wet. The cheerleader in front of her japanese had tied her shoelaces too Hairy loose, and they were now almost undone completely. “On time once more.” The headmaster said, pleased. My cunt convulsed and my bowels writhed about his plunging fingers. Her father was a stronger man than him, it turned out. “Sue have Jermaine search her.