Her body, toned by sports, but not emaciated by ‘diet’, was enough to interest even those a bit out of her age group. Although she had rather mod...st breasts, which she made no effort whatsoever to enhance in her standard sports bras, the sight of her, with her hair pulled up at the back of her head, her taut ass encased in body hugging shorts, long smooth legs that went on for miles, with sweat coating her skin and soaking through her clothes was sufficient to drive the guys crazy with lust as. ”“We will still be married, but not until tests show that you are clear of all infections. That is not subject to debate my love.”Mrs. Waxerman was verging on tears. Now she could understand why James seemed so sad. He’d said that very day that there was no reason for the marriage to wait. And he’d wanted to take her to bed too. She didn’t quite understand why that thought alone upset her so much. She abruptly realized that she’d not only accepted that James would sodomize her in the very near. "What kind of convention are you attending, Diane? Electronics? Fashion? Home show? Boat show? Automobile?" With a multitude of men surrounding her, I imagined her wearing a short skirt and low cut blouse, while modeling and demonstrating whatever she was showcasing."It's none of those," she said looking at me, taking a breath, and pausing, as if suddenly feeling embarrassed for what she was about to say. "It's a swingers' convention," she said pausing again and taking another breath, before. She also had large breasts that stuck prominently from her body though was held back by her dress which was a beautiful blendof purple, blue, and dark violet. Finally her grey and black hair was tied into a type of bun in a cowl and her eyes were unusual, one green the other yellow. They both had an unnatural shine to them as if they had a light of their own. ‘I’m Madam August a fortune teller. I can see your future, tell your luck in the near future, and answer any questions you may have.’.