The secret must be killing you. I'm glad you decided to share it with me first. But it's pretty obvious to anyone who is around you for any length of ...ime."He indeed turned a deep crimson."What do you mean, you know? What have they been saying?" Benny, Benny. Everybody knows you hate NASCAR, professional wrestling, and basketball. We all know secretly you're a Yankee. Admit it, you'll feel better if you do. You're probably a hockey fan." Uh, Bonnie, I was living here when you parents moved. Alice was a gorgeous middle-aged woman: long blonde hair; big, bra-less tits stuffed into a blouse whose buttons looked ready to burst; those shorts so tight, Dan could see the outline of her pussy lips; and yellow spike heels that made her legs look glamorously long. “I’ve got to tell you about this guy I saw while I was shopping,” said Alice. “I was in Nordstroms, looking through a rack of dresses, and this young man, probably in his 20s, was inches away from me. He was really good-looking,. But you put it in the top drawer, and leave it there. I wish you had used it." I thought it was yours," Jim said, just like he was talking to her.She took another bite of the sandwich, and continued, "You see I'm a very sexual person. I enjoy sex of all kinds. So I figured that I could probably make some money having sex. And I was right. The word quickly got around in the upper crust crowd, that I was a ready, willing, and able sex partner. And open to almost anything. But it would cost." How. This gave Pam an idea of my posture as I walked and stoodto assist her in the correct fitting for my corsetry. Pam then asked meto take off my bra and panties so she could take the requiredmeasurements. Although she measured my bust, waist and hips, and someother parts, she did not measure my clit, which sad to say, was nowdangling limply. In front of Vicki my limp clit was an embarrassment,as she was not much older than I was and as one girl to another mysissyboy pride wanted her see how big.