She belongs and is supremely confident there.But now consider yourself, dear Ladies of Fictionmania. Maybe you have andmaybe you haven't, but when you...are brought to that red door, commanded toenter, forced to experience something which is not natural to you, whathappens to you?For some of you, Sisters of Fictionmania, to have that door into thatBeauty Salon open to you is what you have wanted for yourself all yourlives. The Beauty Salon confirms who you are. What you are. How you wantto be.. "Oh fuck I cant stop!!..Im going to cum!!" she sreamed as she clenched her legs tightly around my head as the liquid's taste slightly changed. She climaxed for several mintues and then her entire body went completely limp. I slowly took off her completely soaked panties. When I looked up at her she was talking gibberish slowly and quietly to herself. "open your mouth honey." I said calmly and she did. I stood over her head and wrang out her wet panties into her mouth which she swallowed. "Wear something sexy," said Dad. "I want to show you off today." George!" gasped our mother.He just grinned. "That summer halter dress I like so much," he said. Then he mouthed the words, but nobody in the world could have missed them: "No panties." George! You're awful!" she moaned. But she looked a lot more cheerful than she had a few minutes ago. Of course she was beet red. I was exceedingly disturbed that I noticed my own mother's nipples poking through her dressing gown as she got up.I. Or if not easy, at least I'd have Tina's help.Convincing Tina would be harder. I'd only get one shot at it and I had no idea what that would take. I thought about various scenarios and then gave up. What I said to Tina depended far too much on how our relationship had developed by then. Not to mention whatever had happened with Sharon by then.And, given the current data, that might be nothing. Until Sharon wrote back or called, I had no idea what it would take to patch things up with her. Even.