My lips I wanted a little pout not massive just more kissablelips, what I was most worried about, was ending up looking like somefreak.I booked in for...the surgery and although Moll's knew I asked her notto tell the girls, I still felt a little bit unsettled about it,somehow fake like a pretend woman.The surgery was simple enough, when I woke in the recovery room Mollywas there holding my hand and there were gentle tears as she grippedme tightly. As I lay there, I croaked, "Did it go OK?"She. She put her hand on my nyloned knee and said, "you mean you'vehad to play all by yourself?" Her hand slid up my thigh,"wouldn't you have liked to play with sombody else, Stephen?Like me, maybe?" as her hand reached the bare tops of my thighs,playing with my garters before sliding over to mypanty-imprisoned cock. "Oh, yes, I'd rather have been playingwith you, Heather," I said, tentatively reaching toward her. Myarms surrounded her as she slipped her hand through the legholeof my panties, firmly. So he invited her to come to check if she would like and manage the job of a secretary. He was surprised, she looked very beautiful, and she was dressed in some lovely short dress, nice shoes with a high hills as he loved it. Hmmm he alreday have an idea in his head, that he would like to fuck her one day, even if he had me, a fucking very good and sexy girl – divorced mother at home. I was his MILF, he always fucked with me, like no one before, I was his everything…This young lady, start. I lined her up and rushed her, grabbing her around her waist with one hand and the top of her collar with the other."Listen hear, do what I say and you get to live. I said into her ear and she instantly started struggling. Tightening my grip on her I started pulling at her shirt and heard the fabric ripping. She tried to kick me and I tossed her onto the ground and started ripping at her shirt. She was grunting and trying to push me away. I tore her shirt exposing her white sports bra and she.