Jennifer held her head always so high, considering herself a top model little princess all her highschool years, not realising that with only 21 she started to turn into an overweight massive breasted milking subject, greedy dream of the elder neighbors and married out of shape bar patrons. Each of those pervert souls would stiffen up badly as she would walk by the local poolside showing her voluptuous sweaty hanging features, anyone would burst like a ripe grape all over her massive melons and pretty tanned face. She was all about the money and fame and getting that higher class status, meeting Mr. Right one on a white horse, but in reality it was all different, she couldn’t stop eating her daily pounds of ice cream and white chocolate, staring at her smartphone, counting the many likes that she got each minute on her newly posted breast and backside pictures. She couldn’t decide between shaving or not her pubic hair, cause her best friends Dorothy and Greta were clean and slippery as ice for two years now, and were shifting boyfriends on a weekly basis, which was a pretty new thing for her cause she just recently started toying herself more often with less and less anxiousness.