Tricia found the beat and started dancing. I passed off the beer to Charles so I could dance along with her. She moved in and started to grind against...my leg; I pulled her waist into me. Then the frat boys were all around us with cell phones. Tricia tossed me her phone and yelled, "Get some good ones!"Tricia turned her back to me and pointed over her shoulder at her bra strap. I gratefully obliged her and popped the fastener at the back. Her hip shaking made the straps slip from her shoulders,. Mr. O took his cock and moved son out from between my legs, placing his hard cock between my swollen tingling pussylips. son looked at my exposed opening as Mr. O winked at him then fed his cock slowly into my unfaithful pussy. As his cock reached my cervix I wrapped my PVC clad legs around his back and began to ride his plunging hard cock. son stared in disbelief as this cocksman brought me to orgasm again. I was thrashing beneath him, looking into his blue grey eyes and whispering."My wimp. I got out of the shower and realized that in my haste I forgot to get my robe, but even worst, there were no bath towels. So, I used the hand towel to dry myself up and tried to wrap it around my body. It was large enough that it covered my butt and up to my lower chest, but it would not reach over my breasts no matter how high I would pull it, unless I uncovered my butt completely. So I had a choice: cover my bottom half, or my chest. I opened the bathroom door and peaked outside, trying to. ’ ‘So Tuesday is your final fitting of your dress at Mr Iemma’s, and Wednesday we fly down to Tamworth for your photographs.’ ‘I’m not sure what you’re up to with this photo session,’ responded Susan guardedly. ‘Trust me, I found out from Diane that this photographer had retired to Tamworth, not long before my red dress was made, that was how he came to photograph me. He spent forty years in Sydney doing glamour and show business and art photos, and it’s great fun. He’s the most flamboyant gay.