I woke with a very sore arse and aching balls. I could barely wait until the next Friday, but was I glad I did.Straightening Out Wrinkles Ch. 2: Next ...ime.Meet him at the same pub. Him with four other men (Doug, Dave, Jeff, Harry) all in 50’s.Have me suck them off in toilet. Pisspot.Taken to a quiet park and I get ganged by this group of older men. Have to suck each to erection and take each load up my arse. Friday came all too slowly. I arrived at the pub early, what was the point of not. The man’s cock had pulsed delightfully when he looked lasciviously at her hard nipples, her flat tummy, her spread thighs and her already open entrance visible because her panties were just a little string between her legs. He had licked his lips too. She had watched him kneel down and eat her bush through her panties. The feel of his strong tongue on the thin lace fabric of the little garment quickly aroused her to orgasm. It was one that came with a lot of noise. When she had partially. She was always relaxed with me and saw me as her son so she didnt mind doing stuff like changing infront of me, i would flirt with her, look down her top when she was on the computer or doing stuff it was such a turn on when she wore low cut tops, a few times i asked to go toilet upstairs come across some washing take home her dirty knickers smell and wank over them. another time i was in the house alone found some clean knickers in the clean washing pile took them home and wanked in the while. All one hundred pair of tiny dress up, almost adult but not quite shoes almost over night. She mourned their passing as she took the three big bags of shoe boxes down to the redistribution center ... they put them in the children’s section. The dressy dresses, the redistribution center took those to “the awkward side of town“ and passed them out to stunted growth girls with the admonition to pass them on when out grown.Women’s clothes never go out of style on Cassandra because they are purpose.