” Marsha continued as she turned off the light. “I want you to get a new suit, and I’m going to have that face lift.”“How could you accept?!...�� I demanded of my cheating young mistress when I had her in private.“He asked me, and I said ‘yes’!” she said, “I love him, he loves me, and we’re getting married.”“You can’t do it! What happens when he sees the lease with my signature on it?”“Shit, Harry; I’m not going to let my life be governed by a signature on a piece of paper. That’s your problem, you. He looked me up and down in amazement. "Charlie?" he gasped, liftinghimself to his feet. "Is that really you?"I laughed softly. "Yes," I said. "It's really me." My god, Charlie." Dad looked dumbfounded. "You... you're dressed as awoman. You came all the way here... from home... looking like that?" I drove here," I replied. "It wasn't too bad. The hardest part wasleaving the house. Well, that and waiting at just about every singletraffic light." Dad turned away, leaving me standing by the open. He was slamming himself into the dollhead. Finally, his head began to spin as he came inside the doll. Heshot his jism into the doll. As he staggered back, the penis shaftswung back up sealing the liquid inside the doll mouth. He almostpassed out from the feeling.He sat on the floor for a moment and looked at the figure in theapparatus. He walked up and caressed the head and said thank you. Allhe heard was a weak MMMPPPPHHH and some slight squirming.He walked out of the room and went to see the. Wet kisses flowed over her stomach and through the curly hair above her sex, as he moved, he could smell her, the distinct fragrance he remembered from her clothes. Sinking his tongue into her wet pussy, he remembered the taste from her stained panties as he used to pull them over his face, running his tongue over the crotch as he stroked his cock. Now he finally was sinking his tongue into the soft folds he only dared dream of before.Grabbing her ass with both hands, he kneaded her soft flesh.