A time when I was excited about my new career, and we talked about settling down, buying a house and having children. The pictures ended far before th... relationship did, before the reality hit home and my career turned out to be a dead-end road to nowhere, just like my barren womb.What could I offer to a man, really? Alan obviously didn't think I could offer much, so he found his own way without me. And I was left here, at a dead end road, with no map to continue on. I wanted so desperately to. Well, I might as well have some fun, so I gave her fleshy tits a squeeze through her t-shirt. I bet they'd feel even better without her pesky shirt being in the way. So I slid my hands up under her shirt, and squeezed her melons. They felt great, soft and pliant; her nipples were fat, hard, and her cunt squeezed on my pecker as I pinched her nubs."Blue hells, how you doin' that?" the bum asked—clearly riding the bus because he had nowhere else to go; I'd been there. The feller stared with. She placed the dress over myhead and zipped it up the back. She handed me a pair of my twins whiteshoes and led me to a full length mirror. "Now, just a little bit moreand we ladies will be all set"!She brushed my hair into a page-boy style with bangs and then put apretty yellow barrette in it! Smoothing bangs onto my forehead shesmiled and said, "perfect, no one will ever know you're not a littlegirl!"Looking into the mirror I knew she was right! "This is going to befun," I thought! When. Tuesday, nothing happened at all other than I did not even notice that Darren had popped out for an hour or so. He returned just before my husband and headed to his room. My husband asked where he was and then asked how my day went and if anything had happened, saying no, nothing he muttered “ Only a matter of time “Tuesday evening, again not much happened, but I did get the feeling of him looking at my breasts while in the kitchen making both of us a drink, like I have said, I do cover up, not.