She playfully dropped it on the floor and walked across the bar, but instead of coming directly towards me, she stood behind Vicky and started to unbu...ton her denim shorts. Vicky chuckled and pulled me towards her, sandwiching herself between Lola's body and mine. She started grinding, moving her hips until her shorts couldn't grab onto her smooth skin any longer and dropped down on the floor. Lola yanked the dishcloth from my hand and threw it around my neck, guiding me, and therefore Vicky as. The voice hailing her was a man’s voice. Looking around curiously, she spotted her ex-husband Jerry sitting at the bar, looking in her direction curiously and waving in a half-hearted fashion.Barbara moved closer towards the bar. “Jerry?” He looked different somehow, thinner. She hadn’t seen him since before the spa, though they talked on the phone every few days, about visitation and the kids’ school functions. She had to admit that Jerry was certainly trying to be a good father, no matter. .he decided the best cover was to use it all over his body. Yes, ifhe had to disguise himself as a girl and have a pretty made up face, andthen wear some sexy skirt that he was made to buy yesterday, best to beable to pass as best he could. He rubbed the solution all over his body,applying it thick to his legs and arms and torso. It took an extra 20minutes to be finally free, but when he was...as he looked in the mirrorthis time, he had absolutely no hair whatsoever beneath his eyebrows.His. And as she had stood silent in the hall watching her son, she had wondered what it would be like to have THAT shoved up her hungry twat.She had tried everything to expunge that memory from her mind. In utter failure. She had hoped by getting her husband to spice things up, it would remove the images. Now, as her fingers plowed in and out of her dripping cunt, she let the images come."Oh god...Tom" she moaned. Feeling the waves begin deep in her belly. "Make me cum baby" she groaned. "Make mommy.