"Sweetheart, your makeupis running, you should wash your face and get ready to meet with Larry." What should I wear?" You need to be recognizable to L...rry, it will be difficult for him toget past your cute face and your boobs but wear some of your old workclothes he's seen you in before."I proceeded upstairs and washed my face, removing the smeared mascara,the lipstick and gazing at my new face. My eyes were the same butnothing else. My brow had been shaved down, nose reduced to a thin,cute,. I started to cum, first oozing down his hand clear liquid, then a fire of white hot juice onto my stomach as he continued to tickle and squeeze. He looked at his cock; veins now pulsing out the side, rock hard, and opened his mouth to breathe more air.His body glistened. His eyes so gorgeous. Panting. I shot another load, knowing he would soon. After 4 shots onto my chest, he relaxed his grip to focus on his upcoming orgasm. Panting. Panting. Panting.I stroked harder and faster, now free to. “Well yes, I could help but it would be quicker having a good look at the websites,” he responded. “That’s if you want my cock inside you sooner rather than later.”“Oh I want it sooner.”“I’ll do my bit of course when I meet up with Ian,” he told her. “But there’s an awful lot you can do in the meantime.”“Hmmm,” she purred, “I look forward to seeing them. And what bit are you going to be doing with Ian?”“Well... there are things that a cuckold husband can do to ensure that his wife and her lover. Burrows?’ ‘No sir, it taint. Don’t rightly have a home. I just sorta move around as the wind blows me.’ ‘And why did you ‘blow’ into Portland?’ ‘Well sir, I led a wagon train up here to the Willamette Valley. Back in ’62 it was and I just never went back south,’ Burrows answered. ‘And you’ve been here in Portland since then?’ ‘No sir, just got back to Portland last week.’ ‘What have you been doing since the wagon train Mr. Burrows? Tell me the story and don’t make me keep asking questions.