She was loud and always happy, always laughing. Once settled in and having assured our parents she would be in all night, she dragged me out shopping....f all the women in the world, for me there is only one who makes shopping fun: Lorraine. She prattled on about life, asking my advice on clothes, and on presents for Mike and the parents. After an exhausting two hour marathon, she propelled me into a coffee shop and ordered coffee and sinfully creamy cakes."Something's not right in your life. “Yes, but that was different. I was with my best friends, and there it’s expected.” She giggled again. “I certainly got an eyeful! I haven’t seen so many cocks, since I went to Woodstock!”“I saw the movie last month on TV. Weren’t you that girl running around with nothing on but body paint?”“No! That wasn’t me! Besides I never took my shorts off.”“Then you were topless?”“Just for the communal bathing one day. We all went down to the brook, but they didn’t get that into the film. I’m. Somehow, I found an ad he had placed in a newspaper somewhere. He was offering man to man massages. I was now just out of H.S. and it had been a year or two since Eric moved away. As much as I tried to resist my desires for other men, I longed for another experience. I phoned Mike and he invited me over to his place. Like Lorence, he had olive skin and wavy hair. But where Lorence was short and had almost no body hair, Mike was tall, lean and hairy. Looking back, maybe it was just the age.Mike. “You’re just making my day even better girl!” The pimp led her to his room. His closet full of furs from mink, fox, to tanuki. “Pick a coat baby, I’ve been missing my favorite slut, and I want you to look nice as possible for me baby!” Joy walked into his closet and almost got lost in how many furs he had. She soon walked out with a floor length tanuki fur that was a couple sizes too big, a large silver fox hat with a tail, and a black fox fur bra and panties. When she wasn’t getting fucked in.