" Sheesh, kids!"These were the only costumes they had three identical ones of, in our size," said Betty Two.It sounded like Sally, my Independence Day...fuck. That left Betty Three as Marci."And the only ones we could afford," said Betty One.Even with my cold, the plastic bobbling heads stunk. "They smell like they've been in a warehouse for years." I touched one of the plastic heads. "And they're still dusty." Sorry, Mr. Marcus. We should have cleaned them off before coming over, but we were in. This was clearly a slut on the hoof. She wasn’t drugged, tied up, or even very drunk. How a woman who had just willingly fucked five men to death could look THAT vulnerable and destitute was beyond me. But I was actually feeling sorry for her lying there. The main emotion though was curiosity. She said, ‘Well if you aren’t interested in fucking me can you at least give me a ride home?’ This whole conversation was going on like we had just run into each other at a Starbucks and she was about. " "Don't bother. It's too late now to try and be a man. I can see what you are. I don't know how you could have kept me fooled for so long." "You...want me...to stay dressed like this?" "Yes, now get the hell out of here. I'm sicker now than I was when I came home. Get out of my sight you "FAIRY"." I lay the pile of dresses on the bed, and retreated, fearfully. She really did look pale, but, she obviously did not want her pantied husband around at this moment. As soon as I closed the door. There she was butt naked with her hair up, legs sexily closed hiding her secret she then beckons me forward with her thin long finger. so i go to the side of her bed and she wraps her long slender legs around me and then using her teeth she slides my zipper down and then pulls my trousers down and i step out of them then she starts to take off my top pausing the slowly and sensually lick an suck each of my nipples then fully takes my top off and kisses me hard before returning to my chest.