When I balked a little, she selected one, took me by the hand, and wewent into the changing booth together. I didn't even think about it whenI removed...my blouse, then my bra. When mom saw that I had attached thebreast forms she gasped, but didn't say anything. I pulled on theswimsuit like leotard, then the very tight spandex pants. Pink, gray andpurple, they all fit me quite snugly, and because I still had the paddedpantybrief on, I also had a shape. My breasts heaved as I looked in. He smiled when he knew I felt hot as he slowly pulled me close. I found myself kissing his hand, letting my lips feel the calluses of his fingers that spent much of his life pressed on the G-strings of an instrument that resembled the figure of a woman in her prime. Remembering the many fantasies I worked in my mind should my first musical crush ever stood in front of me, I lost control, hugged him and pressed my lips against his. The pounce almost caught the violist off guard when he nearly. Frank called. He'd known we were anchored on the Ledge, of course. I dare say he'd worried a little. He told us he'd call and could we have supper together?We ate in the Marina Restaurant. I had no complaints as to the quality of the food and as to the company, how could it be better?Emily and Hazel left after we'd had dessert, but Frank insisted I stay and have a drink or two with him.As soon as we were alone, "Dad, what are you going to do about Hazel?" I was wondering that, myself. Don't you. She should have felt humiliated and ashamed, but the sheer depravity of exposing her most private areas to the view and touch of complete strangers only served to turn her on. A hand was cupping her fully shaved mound, and a finger probed past her labia and into the cavity, causing her to emit a guttoral moan around the dick filling her mouth. Her eyes fell onto the discarded Playboy magazine and she knew she had inherited its role – a plaything used to amuse a trio of disgusting old tramps..