.. "Holy shit Ang, you look awesome!" changed something in me...Permanently. ( As we shall see.) Billy was like... "Wow! Oh wow! You go... a killer body there young lady!" ( She's 41 by the calender but could easily pass for 25.) Jim added..."I'm impressed. Who wants a beer?" Angie blushed, then said "I'm good with my Gran Marnier." Jim shook his head saying.. "That's potent shit Ang, go slow." A warning she/we maybe should have taken? Thankfully, some. "As I was just telling Kenny, we can triple the sales of the Lucas company, almost at once." I left them alone, both of them enjoying their conversation. Whenever Dad talked about making money to Mama, it seemed to have the same effect on her that buying them presents of candy and flowers was supposed to have on other women. Even as tired as she must have been from a whole day of shopping, Mama stood there, sipping her new drink, with a smile on her face, one that seemed to be a lot more than. They swarmed around her - there were too many to count, but maybe twenty, maybe thirty. All of them were smartly dressed in their party attire, some of them wearing cocktail dresses, some more formal wear. There were beautiful young blondes, statuesque black women, raven haired beauties aged between 18 and their mid forties. Claire moved her head to look at these women - women who she had once been like: executives, doctors, lawyers, career women. No doubt the contrast between these smart. Into her mind flashed a memory of the drawing she'd briefly glimpsed a moment ago, and she knew in spite of all her rising guilt that that was the answer. That was the answer for both of them: masturbation.It was too obscene for words, and yet in its very perversion it became now all the more irresistible. And she knew now that she had to have it. She had to be touched, down there, down between her thighs on the lust-burning slit of her already lewdly moistened cunt. She had to touch herself.