There was several young men that worked there, all in their late teens and early twenties. I was fifty five at the time, and going through a rather na...ty divorce. I still regarded myself as attractive with shoulder length blonde hair, lovely brown eyes and still had a reasonable figure, with the best parts being my bum and my tits. Time has been kind to me.I used to get the odd comment from the lads, and one in particular who kept saying he would like to take me out, and how good I looked for. "Typical Kim," she replied. "She ought to be in a caring job rather than slapping paint on walls. She genuinely cares for people whoever they are. My dearest Nell is not far behind her either. She'll make Tom a wonderful wife. I'm thrilled for them both." I'm surprised Kim hasn't found a boyfriend because she's pretty too." She doesn't go out much. She's a bit of a bookworm and the Witherspoons have a piano which Mary taught her to play and she loves that." It says quite something for those two. ”“I think you chose the perfect gift for each of us.”“That was my plan. There are few things I put that much effort into thinking about. It took a while to figure out what to get everybody.”“Wait a minute. How long ago did you plan this? We didn’t manipulate you into taking us, did we?”I laugh, “What makes you say that?”“You little bugger. You manipulated us into asking you to the prom, didn’t you?”“I plead the 5th.”“This isn’t the States, smart-ass.”I swat her on the ass and say, “If you want. Daddy edited those voice parts out of the final film, so it looked like the guy just naturally switched from my mouth to my pussy. The slight amount of pubic hair I had down there, a light brown peach fuzz, only accentuated the fact that the guy was fucking a little girl. Ooh, money, money, money!One of the things that Daddy taught me, coupled of course with a nasty reference to my Mom, was how to and what kind of noises to make when I was on camera and how to fake an orgasm. That last I didn't.