"I'll never pass up an invitation from a handsome young man!"She then disappeared momentarily beside the stage curtain and returned with the other fou... "girls" and we all proceeded to crack jokes, getting more wasted as time went on.By the end of the third set, it was getting late and my buddy and I were plowed, hearing that they were closing it up for the night. When the lights came up, our host lady Gene comes over and says, "You guys have been such perfect gentlemen tonight. Want to continue. Ms Blue said, "Welcome, Milky." Thank you, Mistress Blue," the sissy said sulkily.She was disproportionate. She was beyond.Her breasts were beyond measure. One of her arms tried to support them, but they fell over. Q cups, or something. Spilling. And they were pierced, with chains leading to the sissy's earrings, for support. The ears were distended. Too large and almost gross, the gurl was corseted and wearing six inch heels, tottering. Stockings, make up, a wig that looked very strange - it. “See who I brought with me?” Chloe pointed to Annette, Ned’s own sweet sister, who definitely had a thing for him.“Ned!” Annette ran into her brother’s arms, kissing him openly, not caring who saw them.“Sweet sis ... let me look at ya! Yep, you’re as ravishing as ever! Meet my new ... ladies. Jessenia and Marisol Ramos, meet my sister, Annette Samuels. They’re sisters, too, as you can see for yourself. They’re also my lovers and always will be. Girls, meet my ex-wife, Chloe... ?” Ned fished for. And his recliner.She ate quickly and put her dishes in the sink. Then, she went to the bedroom and changed into running shorts and the powder blue sports bra she had purchased on impulse one day. She lifted a tank top out of the drawer, but then hesitated. She always wore a shirt over her sports bras when she ran. Now, she imagined herself running in only the shorts and bra. She knew her breasts bounced, even in the confines of the bra. For years she'd been ashamed of them, thinking they were.