She pulled up her shorts and ran up the stairs. 10 minutes later we were in the car, headed for the mall. She had changed clothes, wearing a short (... mean short short) jeans skirt with a very tight "wife beater" shirt, cropped just below the bottom of her boobs (no bra!) and sandals. Gwen wasn't very tall, about 5 ft nothing, not skinny or slender, she had a little bit of a round tummy between the top of her skirt and the bottom of the shirt. On the other hand, I am 6ft 4 and about 300lbs... They were practically nonexistent.“I am eager,” I said. I swallowed. “Is something wrong with me, Aunt Cheryl? I want this. Even though it makes me feel so humiliated, like I'm just a filthy, dirty, disgusting girl.”“You are.”Her words made me shudder.“And you love it. You're wired to crave this. Your mother is, too. She's more of a pain and humiliation slut then I am. Your father used to cover her tits in clothespins then fuck her pussy and piss in her cunt when he was done, washing out his. Doug drove into the virtually deserted parking lot and stopped the car in an isolated area."Let the seat back," Sue ordered.He let back the seat and stared in stunned fascination as his sexy blonde bride lowered her head into his lap and orally engulfed his orgasmically primed organ."Ohhh," he sighed, at the instant pleasure which her hot, moist mouth bestowed upon him.This was a first for Doug. Not the first blowjob he'd ever had, but the first one he'd had from his wife. Sue was a nice girl. "Kaylynne knew when to butter, "You don't need a makeover. You look perfect as you are."Shandra was flattered, "I strive."Kaylynne said to the rabid fashion diva, "So, the makeover will be just the two of us?" She gestured towards Nicole-g.Matilda, of course, did not see Nicole-g standing next to her. "Matilda does not need a makeover. Matilda has it together, all the time. Matilda is constantly reinventing herself."Kaylynne sensed she had said something wrong, but didn't know what. Nicole-g.