....if you fancy it...fuck some of there brains out. " sound advise from the cock slut Sylvia. When the taxi pulled up, the house was in darkness. Syl...ia linked arms with Joyce, and the two drunk women staggered up the driveway. Sylvia was whispering how she was going to wake Steve up with her mouth on his cock and then would ride him cowgirl till she screamed and he gave her his cream. Joyce giggled with her friend, suddenly feeling how much she would like to 'make love' tonight. Twenty. The difference in how he pissedstanding up with me holding his cock, and me sitting down primly with mylingerie bunched up around my legs and my skirt draped over my legsreinforced the wide gap in our masculinity. Finally I was done and lookedup at him. Tad had stepped closer to me while I was peeing, so close thathis legs touched mine and his cock, now semi-erect bobbed in my face. Ireached for some toilet paper, using it to wipe off my cock but also tosignal to him that I was done. I had. Some lingerie, a few reallyslutty outfits, some heals but nothing really. I took the wig from thebox and placed it on the Styrofoam form. I gently teased it with myfinger and realized I probably didn't need it anymore. I had let myown hair grow out and it now almost reached my shoulder blades, I'dhave to see what I could do about a style.It was only nine in the morning, I poured the last cup of coffee fromthe pot and sat down at the kitchen table to plan my next four months.There was a place. About 15 years ago I started introducing her to my plan to move here when I retired. At first she just kind of laughed it off and said "right."But over the years I kept up my urging and at last she finally realized I was very serious about the move.Both our parents had past and all but a couple of our siblings had spread to the hinterlands. Only our children remained close, and when our son and daughter-in-law announced they were moving to Florida, well there just wasn't enough to hold us there.