Stunned for a moment, I answered back “I love being a lesbian whore”. She now got off my lap, grabbed hold of my hair and pulling me off the chai..., pulled me towards the bedroom I had been staying in. “On your knees whore” she ordered as we came up next to the bed and down I went. Letting go of my hair, she now stripped off her panties and raising one leg on the bed, grabbed hold of my hair again, “Lick my cunt whore” she demanded and drove my head into her cunt. I began to lick around her. They will be one of these days, I hope.Just as I was walking away I heard a man say “Hello cutie “I knew that I recognized the voice right away. But, I didn’t know who it was. Then, I realized exactly who it was.”How much for a good time?” He asked.”Depends on what you are looking for?” I said back to him.”I’m looking for the works.” He replied.”Hey, are you Rita?” He asked.His name is Paul and he was my ex-husband’s best friend. He was even my husband’s best man at our wedding.”Yes, it’s me.”. “Let me guess how old you are Ashton. I’d say 22 years old. You seem very mature.” Mrs. Fleer was really sweet. She knew I was young but she was trying to be nice. She was wrong though. “No you’re wrong dear. I’d guess she’s about nineteen. Am I right?” “Wow that was pretty good Mr. Fleer. How’d you guess?” He turned red and just said he was lucky. Mrs. Fleer smacked him across the stomach. They both chuckled over it. My dad interrupted us by saying, “Anyway Sally. I know you also have a little. "What ever happened to that young woman?" He shrugged." She got married, had k**s. She grew up. Every choice remade her until she was something she couldn't have imagined." I snorted. "She certainly didn't imagine _this._" I gestured at myself. "You don't have to tell me. I sell envelopes for a living." "Poor Kim," I told him. "She lied about who she was. She pretended to be someone else, and while she was pretending, she grew old." "You're not old." "Thanks." I shrugged, suddenly depressed. "I.