More so as it started NO Experience necessary and boy did that describe me.Taking it to the computer I inserted its address and found it was for a sex...chat line and escort service. There was no way I was brave enough to do that. Yes, I liked sex more than my husband it appeared over the last few years. The more I looked the more I was fascinated, what could they want me to do?I sat and filled the application in thinking well I will just fill it in and then scrap it. I needed an email address,. It had reduced me in size from a little under 5', 8"to just over five foot. My hair reached my ass in thick full waves. Ittook me nearly an hour just to blow it dry and put it in hot curlers.My girdle was the old fashioned Fifties stretchy rubber kind. I wiggledand yanked it up over my hips. I clipped on my seamed hose and steppedinto the four inch heels. My feet were so small that I felt on tiptoe.My dress was in a loud floral, cheap and poorly fitted.I put on my make up quickly. It was cheap. With my cock in her hand she starts wanking me , her other hand down my trousers grabbing my ass..my hands are running up her thighs under her black dress i move them to her inner thighs and the separates her legs so my hand can get to her pussy hearing her heels echo on the tile floor as she separates her legs.i move up to her lace panties and there are nearly soaked through , feeling how wet she was made me even harder , i pulled her panties aside and started rubbing her pussy , she held me. Hawkeye smiled and traded her a raffle ticket for some cash."You are a true patriot and your sacrifice shall go down in M.A.S.H. annuals. Ho-Jon thanks you, Cpl. Klinger thanks you, and I thank you." He said with a smile as he backed out of the tent.Hawkeye then crossed the compound to the swamp, slapping a nurse on her butt as he walked. He didn't even turn around as she yelped, then turned to see Hawkeye as the perpetrator, and wiggled her butt.Entering the swamp, a triumphant smile on his.