She also watched her diet somewhat. Her main role in life was to manage the social calendar of her moderately wealthy husband. So, her body was comfor...able but not gone entirely to seed.When she was younger, Stacy had wondered if she'd have a body like her mother. Back then, there'd been a good deal less droop and spread to Mrs. Schnabel's figure but she'd always had a lush look about her. Big, commanding breasts and plenty of junk in the trunk. Her waist had fluctuated over the years... at. "Do we have time for you to make me beautiful? You're going to have to teach me how to makeup sometime, I never really cared enough to learn all the tricks, but my mother will be thrilled if I show up looking like her idea of a proper lady."I sat down and he worked magic on my face once again. When I was done to his satisfaction we got dressed. I wore one of the two 'Church Dresses' I owned, a simple deep green with no ornamentation. He chose a white blouse with ruffled collar and sleeves,. They were both young and very pretty, eighth graders I guessed, maybe thirteen or fourteen with long legs and bulging, cut-off tanktops and denim short shorts with ragged hems."Couple if our friends told us that you, well, that you, uh, deflowered them and that you were nice and gentle. So, well, if you've got the time, we'd like you to pop our cherries." How about it?" said the smiling blonde, hands behind her, wriggling from side to side and stretching her cropped shirt between her little. Something drastic had changed in her life. She had transferred the image of her younger self to Susan, while taking the role of her mother. The meeting with the girl the day before had more of an effect upon her than she would ever have guessed it could have. She was falling in love, deeply in love with the girl. It scared her quite badly.She sat up and used a towel to grasp the warm phallus. In the bathroom she urinated as she held the phallus in her hands, then she lovingly cleaned and.