"All right my dear, go and do as you have been told and get your beautyrest," he said this last bit with a knowing laugh and then hung up again."Okay,... I said out loud. "This is it."I grabbed the canister and syringe and walked up to the bedroom. I satdown and slid the stockings off my smooth legs. I lifted the babydollover my head and threw it in the hamper next to my closet. I slipped thewig off and then pulled down the hip padding. I went to the bathroom andwashed off my make-up. As I was. “I wouldn’t have done what I did, oh wow! …Why?” Tricia repeated almost chanting “why, why” over and over several times, silently under her bitter breath, troubled indeed, to say the least. Her old sagging mattress and thin, worn sheets usually evade comfort, forcing her to fight the springs and the lumps for slumber, and bundle for warmth. But at this very moment on the day that should have been, was supposed to be, was publicized by the Mayan calendar as being the last, the bumpy bed offered. Tracey looked great her dark skin with white luminescence of the spunk dribbling down to her chin.After Tracey there was Jo; Sally and then Eleanor. Jo was a married woman and whilst I was not happy when I found out; she was separated from her husband so I considered her fair game. She loved dressing up to have sex; often she would wear her bridal gown (she told me it was the one she married her husband in) and she would pretend she was getting ready to go meet him at the alter and was going to. "She fumbled around at the bedside table for a moment and then I felt herhand push my panties aside again and a finger covered with some sort ofcool grease pressed into my ass. I jumped at the invasion and shereassured me as I felt her finger reached my prostate and begin to rub itgently."Oh Andy!" I moaned. "That feels so good."I groaned in frustration as she suddenly withdrew her finger from my assand then pushed my knees up so that my ass was fully exposed. I felt thehead of her dildo press.