You like to prolong the experience and share the pleasure."Then she got up and went back to the fridge to put the V8 juice bottle back. Once again sh... bent over to put it in and gave me another glimpse of her beautiful ass and the red g-string tucked up between the small cheeks that barely covered her pussy. Then she closed the door, turned back and came over towards me."Tell you what Mr. Turner; since you've been such good company for me tonight, I'll do you a favor so you can fall asleep." . Her mannerismsbecame very masculine, as did her tastes.Then to my horror, she began to keep the intimate company of women.Even then, her tastes seemed to progressively degenerate. At first shechose respectable women, much like her former self. Then, sheincreasingly chose women that were voluptuous, but not very smartupstairs. As she once joked, "Big of tit, small of wit."She definitely had developed a taste for lusty wenches.This was particularly hard on me. At first it was fun to try to. She closed the door behind her, I turned off the living room light, shed my clothes and climbed on the couch. In 30 minutes or so, I was awakened by someone lightly brushing my hair. I opened my eyes to see Elaine kneeling on the floor in front me. She whispered that she was worried about me and leaned forward and kissed my forehead. I reached out and hugged her. He hand trailed from my head to my chest and as we released our embrace, she looked deeply into my eyes. Before I knew what was. I couldn't wait.I turned to the mirror.I saw Randy fussing over the hair and touching up the makeup of girl Iwould happy to go out with: a girl that was so pretty, she would havebeen out of my league in high school or college. It was me, but not me."remember it is only a character in a skit." I was trying to defendmyself against the person I saw in the mirror. I convinced myself thatthe defense had worked. It hadn't. I looked down and on the floor by thechair was a pair of shoes. White heals.