The neighborhood was lower middle class, so almost all families were living hand to mouth. Her Dad was a union machinist and did well enough so her mo... did not have to work. My Dad’s goal in life was to own a home, something his parents couldn’t do. My mother worked as a book keeper for a woman’s clothing shop, and dad delivered heating oil and gasoline. Being young in the great depression, dad quit school when he was 14 to help support his family, and was not well educated, hence the lower. .................Clarence was reviewing paperwork when Sarah walked in."Oh, I was contacted by the Queen's office. You have an audiencegranted for you for tomorrow at 10:00 AM. And uhm.....it's formalballroom attire.....again." Damn it," Sarah hissed under her breath."Why is it she makes some of your meetings with her formal attire." It's just to mess with me. Now I have to get my hair done and come upwith a formal ball dress by in the morning. I think she likes makingme have to do other things. I also did commercialwork too. I worried about what my clients would say when they saw mewith shaped eyebrows and sprayed on makeup. I could cut my hair and takeout the piercings, but I'd have trouble explaining everything else.Then I rationalized that since I was having fun with all of thisexciting play, I would see it through. After all, it was my birthday,and I was having the time of my life.We walked into the mall entrance and into the better department store,Nordstroms. My wife was leading. His lover joined in the play and we began stroking each other in the shower. He and his lover were both Dutch, in their late thirties, muscular and without body hair except on their head. Their English was broken but that mattered not. I was interested in their uncut cocks. It was decided somehow, we would head for Marty's room where we would get this ball rolling.Once upstairs, we were all over each other. I managed to get (Eric - I think) sitting on the bed. I knelt before him, got my face.