The Sanders bought me a tool kit. I don't think they completely got theidea.And Karen, my own wife, bought me an ominous looking dildo and a pair ofre...listic looking breast forms.As they say, fun was had by all.Are bridal showers like this? Do guests try to embarrass the woman ofthe moment with sex toys?I stood there, blushing. And the chant came, "Try it on...try it on."I looked at Karen, and she grinned. I assumed she was talking about themaid's dress, so I picked it up."Not that," Karen. Gosh! you don’t mind, but it’s usual, touching the models to get the pose correct?” I tittered, having bent close, to tap one of her chubby knees. In doing so, I got a close up twat view, seeing a slit with no labia. I stood back and weighed it up artistically and voyeurly. “What about this Derek?” she queried, twisting her bulk, not easily, age and build playing their part, which although not giving me the view, the camera would, as this game old biddy, shuffled sideways, her big legs wide. She was pretty cool about it as people often gender guess based on names. I settled in, and she helped with the food on the first couple of days and kind of acted like the host.As days went on, our friendship grew, and so did the depth of our conversations. We started to hang out more, cook together, and have fun, just like my previous place where I lived with three other people. It was a happening place.We discussed a lot about everything but relationships. While it did come up a few times,. ”“Overall the Admirals seemed happy with my performance, considering the extreme circumstances. They accepted my request for a couple of weeks of paid leave too, so we have some downtime to look forward to.”Lorza beamed as she finished off her sandwich, her long tongue emerging to clean her fingers.“Finally I’ll have you all to myself, we have a lot of lost time to make up for.”“They seemed quite interested in you as well, asked me a lot of questions about how we survived together, I left out.