Brushing my long hair catching it in a band twisting it as I stand up and then forming an chignon on the back of my head... hands reach for pins and I...am looking in the mirror to make sure I have it straight... much practice makes this easy, glittering pins to hold my hair... and now... picking up a mascara I apply a coat to my lashes bending forward concentrating in the mirror... lips pursed for an application of lipstick... twirling a large fluffy brush and applying over my face to tone down. She had been his hot, wet dream for as long as he could recall being interested in girls. He’d always found her attractive, although he’d never quite understood why, because her allure remained to this day ... and what she must be nearly 70 now. Maybe it was that he’d seen her virtually naked all those summers, as she paraded around her pool in her assorted bikinis, letting the sun and whomever was present, lavish her with attention. Maybe it was a simple stereotypically cultural thing - Pamela. I discovered I loved dancing as a woman, especially the slow dances. The guys I used to be a part of treated me just like a lady, which is to say their hands roamed all over me as we danced. Even better was when the other men in the room asked us to dance. I was having the time of my life. All too soon, it came to an end. "We have to go now, Vanna," Jenny whispered. "It's time for Neighbors' Night Out." I shivered slightly as I was led out by the other girls to be presented to the men. . He had a great view of her round ass as she bent over and began to lick his cock again. He quickly grew erect again, and she slid down his body, mounting his cock easily. Her thighs moved up and down on him as he thrust his cock into her pussy. She rode, grunts and moans from both of them filling the room. Adrienne turned herself around on him, and pulled his hands to her breasts. As he squeezed her nipples, she ran her hands down his chest, toying with the hair there, moving up and.