”Later, after the event, I was walking around the corridors of the hotel looking for a cool drink. I was standing, ordering a soda when a man came ...p behind me, touching my little skimpy costume, and whispering something dirty in my ear…you know…that “dirty” thing…”Wanna go somewhere and fuck?” He startled me. I turned around and stepped back. Looking at him, he looked like my Dad…that wasn’t a good thing in my state because when I looked at Dad my cunt got hot…just looking at Dad made me want. .. or where ever he happens to find you or you find him. You might even get him bellowing out a few very loud grunts of extreme pleasure too.”Emily paused to take a breath and got a big thumbs up from both her daughters.“You’re going great mum” said Portia who was sitting just next to Gemma.Both girls were also sitting right next to Keith and he thought they both looked just so lovely. Gemma had changed into a very short skirt like Portia’s and they each had on a tight fitting blouse that clung. A vicious sort of smile. "Even if it be in an _auld_ profession."The implication of what Tracy Floyd (whoever she was) had said sank in, even as she made another odd gesture. Jim's body shimmered, then disappeared."What, what happened to Jim?" Robyn asked."Och, Jamie's doon in the holding cell where she's always been; her and all the other painted ladies. Their, umm, pimp, will be bailing them out shortly. They all know her as Jamie Pauls, and she won't be - she can't be -- telling them any. My arms creep up and circle his neck and I mold my body to his. Now, trapped between us, is his shaft. It resides in a pocket created by my tummy as I press firmly against his groin. I feel the beginning tingle of urgency start to course thru my body. Still, he seems in no hurry, yet his rigid cock belies his patience. He bows his head and his lips kiss my forehead, his hands glide upward and fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of my neck. Slow, metered kisses move down and tenderly kiss.