I guess that meant ... We made the cut!We waved back to the crowd, and Claire took me by my collar and kissed me in front of everybody there.I knew th...s was likely to come back on me, but I responded and kissed her back causing the other dancers around us to start applauding as well. We broke up both equally embarrassed, but happy as can be — we made the cut — thirteen-year-olds had never made the cut!Before we left for the night, we were asked our preference for dancing placement. We deferred. He made me woman, and even injected saline in my breasts to mske them grow. I remember a bikini milking session, and I felt more slive than ever. He made me go to the store with makeup in but I did not mind. Soon the whole town knew me and they thought I was a preop due to my simetimes quite nice pumped rack. He organized poker parties and his friends loved to see me in lingerie. It reminded them of vegas thry said. I was fucked every day, my boobs were swollen from the salune and I was high. From that moment, I couldn’t see her as the same old elderly lady. Then I slept after jerking out again. On the next day, I was so ashamed to look at her face, but she was behaving like nothing happened in between us and didn’t even mention anything about it. I couldn’t control myself, I was with her and touching on her body even when she was with her husband. In the evening we had to go from there.We went in the same bus and her husband left early. Inside the bus, I was simply putting my. We looked into each other's eyes as he fucked my mouth. One of his large hands delved for a minute into my cleavage, grabbing my breasts, his thumb brushing against my hard, swollen nipples. They were too sensitive because of this whole evening, but I loved his harsh touch.His breathing deepened and I sensed he was close. I sucked harder at his beautiful cock, tried to take the thick length deeper into my throat as his fingers tightened in my hair and his thrusting increased in vigour. Suddenly.