We both knew exactly what was going to happen but neither of us were even going to mention it.The paint I'd bought for our disguises turned out to be ...ignificantly more difficult to remove that either of us had anticipated. It wasn't quite as water soluble as advertised. Which turned out to be a pretty good thing.I spent five minutes clearing mom's back and butt. And I enjoyed it. Especially her ass! The highlight was sliding a soapy finger down her crack and then slipping its first joint. “Besides, I think things will be a little less orchestrated with me, a little less scripted than you might expect in a professional situation. After all, as I said, I am doing it for my own amusement.”“Ah,” Lionel’s quiet intake of breath betrayed that he had not considered that Alison’s approach might be more capricious than that of the professionals he had experienced. It wasn’t clear to Allison whether he thought that a good thing or not. He probably doesn’t know himself, Allison. I had to know. Was I a slut? Am I a slut. To be used by men for their enjoyment. I had to laugh, for I suddenly realized that this latter part was my marriage: Being used by hubby. The selfish bastard.KMart was coming back into view. Driving more carefully, more attentively, I switched lanes. The centre. The right. The turn lane.Fear gripped me.A quick glance over my left shoulder, a mighty jerk on the steering wheel, and I was propelling the car recklessly back into the line of traffic. I. " No pictures?" I don't have any." But when she saw my face..." It's so strong," said Clair, her small hands holding Mindy's head. "It's just what I hoped." Really?"Clair nodded."So you know I'm a grease monkey?" Joe called you a mechanical genius." Well..."Her friends and I praised her skills."You're my dream, Min," Clair explained. "I'm not comfortable with the hardness of men and bull dykes make me nervous. Let's just say they're unattractive. I need my lover to be strong and tough and yet.