All too soon, it was eight o’clock and time to get started. The six of us pulled on our coveralls and headed off for the vegetable washing line; the...e was a pile of crates containing freshly-pulled baby carrots already waiting for us. Someone somewhere had been up very early!The foreman shook my hand in welcome; the others had already explained why I had been absent the previous two days.“Got yourself a proper job, then?”“I reckon so. Fingers crossed that they feel the same!”He nodded.“Good. You’re drunk. Don’t do this.”“If you’re gonna whore around with your friends, you can whore around with me.”He shoved her face into his lap. She tried to push away from his crotch but he was so strong. She kept her mouth closed until she felt his hand on her mouth squeezing it open. “Start sucking,” he growled.Danni was a virgin. She had never done any of this. She’d hardly seen sex scenes. But she obeyed.She opened her mouth and slid the great cock into her mouth. At first just the head. She. I fisted my girl-dick faster and faster. I pictured Mom bent over a desk, her plump rump quivering, begging to be fucked. Ms. Petrov advanced, her dildo—a bright pink in my mind—thrusting from her black bush. She would press it into Mom’s blonde muff and thrust it into her pussy, fucking her hard.“Ms. Petrov!” Mom moaned. Flesh smacked flesh. “Oh, Ms. Petrov, fuck my naughty, dirty slut-cunt!”“Oooh, kinky, Mom,” I groaned, listening to the sounds of my mom getting pounded by her boss’s. No one else will know what I am wearing.Another reason I agreed with my friend's way of thinking is I need tofeel the part. I told you before, Pink Diva, I said I do not want tolook like a man in bad drag. I also do not want to feel like one. Iwant to feel like a fairy. That is part of the reason Halloween is somuch fun for me; I get to roleplay. That has to be another reason Iagreed to Tinkerbell; it is a role which I never got to play before.Last was the shoes. I am proud of myself; after.