I had difficulty pulling them up and Tia helped me get them in place. I held up my dress and admired myself in Sharon's full length mirror. The pantie... just barely covered my pubic hair and hips. You could see right threw them. I felt so incredibly pretty that I almost burst with pride. The girls washed and set my long brown hair with jumbo curlers. After the girls got dressed they brushed out my hair. Tia painted my finger nails a light red color while Sharon applied eye liner and some pink. Confused I try to sit up."Relax ma'am" I hear a voice say, "The operation was a huge success." I look over and there's Pam smiling at me. And I pass out again.When I wake up again I am being removed from a hospital with Monique and Nicole in either side of me helping me walk. "What's going on?" I ask in a voice that sounds just like Pam's. "We're taking you to your new home." I hear Pam say. They shove me into the back of a car, handcuff me, put a hood over my head, and drive for about an hour.. She began kissing my neck, soft kisses, licks, nibbles which progressed around my neck to my ear, then down to my shoulder and then, wonderfully, down my back. There was nothing hurried about it and, to begin with anyway, it was just her mouth but then she allowed her hands to get involved. As her tongue worked slowly down my back her hand retraced her tongue’s movement; first around my neck, the shoulders and so on until her mouth was caressing the small of my back and her fingers were. Priscilla told me she never did any such thing of a BDSM nature that would explain her marks. I tended to believe her because all she was interested in was getting her hungry pussy filled with male joy-juices.In fact, I was not even certain it was worthwhile pursuing since forty-odd years is a lot of "water under the bridge". After several very heated discussions with her both before and after our many "fuck sessions", I came to the conclusion that it was either one of her many cast-off lovers.