"I'll try to have someone call you to pick me up after the race," I said to Peter as I got out of the car a block from the start line. There was a mob...that took up most of the block. I waited in line to register which was no more than showing my driver's license and picking up my number.The Senator's number is 5. He will be checking in at the last minute so hang around the table. When the crowd spreads out you should be able to pick him up. That was the message from the controller.I waited. On arrival at Marg’s house we found the men with cocks in hand watching a blue movie on the tv.Leaving the men to their wanking Marg and I went upstairs to get dolled up.I had a skirt and blouse on over my sexy new basque and stocking and watching Marg out of the corner of my eye I could see she was a stunner with firm tits and a good arse just the sort my husband would die for.Once ready we went down stairs, I sat between the men on the settee thinking it would give Marg the choice of who she. It was far too tempting to pass up because I was thirsty from the dust of the road.I noticed right away a coven of military types huddled around the warmth of the generous fireplace drinking all sorts of concoctions from tea to whiskey to hot chocolate. Due to my weakness of will with regard to spirits, I had recently vowed to stick with tea or coffee or even fruit juices to avoid that placidness of soul that made me more muddled than vibrant.My parson garb and lack of weapons made me outside. Mark was able to ignorehow he was dressed and was soon right in the mix with the other girls,working away at Nancy. Afterwards they did Eva and left Michelle forlast.Once they'd all had a turn to be made up, they all stood together,laughing. "What a sight we are!" said Nancy. "Too bad there are no boyshere; it feels kinda silly to be all dressed up with no one to show itto."Eva spoke up. "It's only nine, maybe we could walk down to the DairyQueen!"The girls chorused their approval, and Mark.