" Maybe I could book him!", Amy chuckled in response. "Seriously though.If things carry on taking off at the shop, soon I'll need a handsome,rugged ma...e model to offset the femininity of the dresses. Play towomen's aspirations and all that. You know...get the dress, get theattention of your perfect alpha male." Oh Amy you are silly sometimes. It would be nice to see Josh againthough."What! Would be nice to see super-sized penis Josh!!?? Although if thatwas such an awful thought (and it really. Fiona looked at me, and I could tell she could see right through my discomfiture. She smiled, seeming a little amused at my performance. But it was a good-natured smile and I felt the urge to laugh at myself with her."You know what you should do?" she asked. I realized she now was looking devious."What?" Fair is fair." She was still smiling. "You should spy on John and me."I stared at her. Somehow her words made perfect sense. Bob had no idea we'd been watched, and neither did Fiona's husband,. I definitely did not have a health glow, but it was Marge's illusion not mine.We were joined a few minutes later by a young man, who again looked to be a thirteen or fourteen year old kid. On closer inspection he had a few whiskers. Not a lot just a few on his upper lip. He could have been eighteen as Marge promised. It was almost seven, when the last of her entertainers arrived.She looked to be about fourteen. She was dressed exactly like me. I mean she was an exact miniature version of me.. “Grandma, what are you doing down there with your hand?” I asked her. “This is what a woman does to make herself feel good. See.” And she slipped her hand inside my panties and fondled my tiny clitoris. I got this tingling feeling down there and started grinding on her thigh. She encouraged my grinding on her by holding me and rocking me back and forth. I became more and more excited and just grabbed her breasts, squeezing them, moving faster, moaning now like my grandma. My whole body got.