Since we couldn't all wear the same suit under the rules, all the girls met at the house the Saturday before the matches to check out the suits, and m...ke sure they conformed to the rules. Some of the suits covered more of the breasts than allowable. Halters were not bikini tops, and they did not leave uncovered at least 25% of the edge of the breast where it came off of the body. Other tops had cups, which were too large, encasing virtually the entire breast, straps which were too substantial,. There was a threesome going on at the urinals so I got a show while I cleaned up. Checking my phone, I'd been there for 45 minutes. I decided to do the maze again. Heading in, there was a lad who mist have been 20-25ish standing outside. He saw me and went in ahead of me. Just inside the maze I bumped into him. Taking my by the cock (which by now I'd just left to stick out of my fly as I walked around) he lead me into the maze. He stripped me and went to work on my now rock hard dick. He. Yes the first few times I phoned and dared her to come over, not really expecting she would, but she always did. These days, it’s her who mostly calls me when she needs some rough stuff, as you know it’s been once a week for over 2 years now and that doesn’t include the parties we three have. As you know I occasionally have one or two rough and ready mates who are sometimes here when your wife needs to play and she enjoys that, I have been wondering how you’d feel about joining us as a sissy. I waltzed back into the saloon an' up to the bar. I was greeted with, "Howdy, Mr. The Branson Kid?" followed by a laugh of genuine good humor.I chuckled back an' said, "Well, Mr. Very Friendly Bartender, I am doin' quite well. This rig you sold me is everythin' ya said that it would be. It made a definite improvement in my drawin' speed!"There was a yahoo leanin' against the bar, listenin' ta the conversation between me and the bartender. He said, "Well, Mr. Branson Kid, ifen that rig is that.