She didn't object at all, even when my hand was far enough up her dress to feel her panty girdle, smooth over her ass. In fact, she leaned over and we...kissed.I stood up as we continued to kiss and I unbuttoned the front of her dress. I moved her onto the bed and we lay down. I eased her tits out of her bra and started to suck and lick her nipples until they were flushed and erect. Then I knelt between her legs and started to kiss and lick the gusset of her panty girdle before slowly pulling it. Her hips seemed to be saying to my hips: ‘Welcome home’ and ‘Now, isn’t this more like it.’ It all just felt totally right. When I was totally inside not just my hips were feeling the: ‘Welcome home.’ At this same time I had a profound knowing: I was making love to Joan Donaldson and not some ghost of Jean. It was very much ‘making love.’ Making love with her was very much the right thing to do. She was in ecstasy. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and held me tight. Her first orgasm came. Shehanded the clerk the purse with the make up in it from the previousSaturday night, and told the cosmetologist to do my make up in a"working girls" style. I was not too sure , what kind of "working girlstyle" she was referring to, but later saw that I did not look like a"street walker". In fact she had toned my make up down to less bright,and deep colors. And to a more "young teenager look." I now looked morelike an 19 year old girl with light pink lipstick, light pink blush,light. “She always welcomes the newbies to our little group. So we thought we’d join you and see for ourselves.” The look in the their eyes when they said this, I thought for sure I saw them both licking their lips.“Ladies, it would be my honor. Lead the way.” And with a giggle, and my arms around each of them, we walked past Jess, and into an available playroom. As we made our way to the mattress, I noticed Jess once again at the door, arms crossed, watching.Donna and Meg were just as talented, just.