So I try to help them excel. Besides, you never know. She might be a babe, with huge knockers and a too-thin bra. She might be on her last nerve, and ...ou could slide in under the radar, to get a date for some yummy make-her-feel-all-better time, later. You could get lucky. Not that I knew what that was like, but I'd heard guys say stuff like that.So, when I saw a woman in an orange pullover shirt, I mustered up every ounce of suave and debonair I had in me and said "Excuse me. Do you work. My doubts were trumped when Angie emerged from the back room."Tremble, evildoers!" she shouted. "TurboWhore is here!"The transformation was mindboggling. She wore shiny red boots that encased her calves up to the knee, 5 inch heals and pointed toes making them look nearly impossible to walk in. Black fishnets climbed out of the boots along her thighs to disappear beneath an obscenely short red PVC skirt. She wore a black utility belt, the buckle a red circle with 'TW' in black electrical tape. .. noticeably longer but maybe I needed a haircut(right...). Washing my body my nipples became sensitive to thetouch. "What the hell...maybe the heat from the tan was fuckingup my nervous system and my heat sensors were all messed up." Iget out of the shower and this strange wave of pleasure washedover me. I couldn't quite put my finger on it but it wassomething that I definitely wanted to explore.The night went on and I shot some pool with my buds and we have afew drinks. I caught myself. She wanted these men. She had only been with her husband since she was married, and he was only the third guy she had ever fucked. Now she was wanted to get fucked by both of these men. Ellen wanted to see her best friend’s son shoot his cum load all over his buddy. And the prospect of these men fucking each other in front of her had her really turned on. Ellen realized that her hand was down her shorts and she was fingering her wet cunt and rubbing her engorged clit. "Damn it, suck my.