No knickers as they would only get in the way but hold up stockings were essential. And as they all had big droopy titties, they had treated themselve... to very low-cut balcony bras that revealed their big nipples, all covered with just a loose blouse.Other preparations were also essential, Susan wanting to have a really full bladder had drunk at least three mugs of coffee. Dot had ensured she had a bottle of lube for wanking a lovely large cock and Joan, well she just couldn’t wait to feel a. Itruly did.It is something he remembered all too well when he bought me at theOasis of the Twenty Three Palms.But then sometimes I have another theory. Perhaps you are instead thethird type of man on Earth, the type of man I was before I met thebeautiful and dangerous Udumi in that club outside Milton Keynes?Perhaps like me you too have fantasised about being a woman, a beautifulwoman, a woman desirable enough to be a slave-girl on Gor?Is that perhaps it? Do you read this and dream you might be. At one point, Andrea had placed a hand on his leg. He was nervous, but he liked it. The night ended with their lips locked together, their tongues dancing against one another. Andrea's hand gently pressing against the swelling in his pants. His hand firmly cupping one of her breasts.She peeled the skin back, exposing the swollen tip. Her lips lightly touched the tip for fully encircling the head. Mark stared downward as her red head bobbed upon his cock. She used one hand to stroke his cock as. ."So well said..."I'm 78 and Tired"I'm 78 Except for brief period in the 50's when I was doing my National Service, I've worked hard since I was 17. Except for some serious health challenges, I put in 50-hour weeks, and didn't call in sick in nearly 40 years. I made a reasonable salary, but I didn't inherit my job or my income, and I worked to get where I am. Given the economy, it looks as though retirement was a bad idea, and I'm tired. Very tired.I'm tired of being told that I have to "spread.