He started to rub with the heel of his hand, making me squirm. I started to pant little breaths as my pussy tingled so urgently it reminded me of a li...tle alarm clock going off. He moved his hand away and I was so disappointed until I felt his wrinkled, calloused fingers slide down into my panties and touch my bare flesh. I shuddered, thrilled to the core by the feelings I was getting between my legs and soaking his exploring fingertip. I didn't know what I wanted, but whatever it was I wanted. I was nearly 60 by now and I've had several k**s and they are now grown and gone..or so I thought! I still like to have guys over to fuck me and every now and then, I'll let them bring friends over to use me as they like. Ever since I got a divorce, I have been more sexually active than ever and I can't seem to get enough sex and the dirtier, the better! One afternoon, I was laying out by the pool drinking some wine and getting a little buzz and my son came over and sat down on the lawn chair. It tugged relentlessly as she wound the strands of hairaround it, bringing it tight to my head. Mistress knew I likedthe feeling of the iron, so she twisted it slowly and forcefullyon each curl, dwelling on the process and solidifying thepowerlessness of my transition.As she finished with the curling iron, Mistress took a can ofhairspray and misted it all over my head, stiffening the hair anddefining the unmistakably feminine mass of curls. The spray waslike a magical mist, spreading its aroma. Sam took their hasty and undignified exit with aplomb and asked Hawk to appoint and schedule confirmation for his first picks to avoid them all having to go for confirmation hearings at one time.Those hearings came and went rather painlessly.Just about ten days prior to inauguration day our vanquished opponent filed an emergency request with the Federal Court to have me declared ineligible due to my age. The media grabbed onto it as a last ditch attempt to destroy Sam by taking me down. Their.