And now, even in his old age he was showing a wild interest in sex which, she said, was very embarrassing. She said that she felt pity for the poor ma... because he had failed to enjoy himself fully during his “best times”. “What can I do?” she told my mother. “At my age I cannot satisfy his hunger. Moreover, he does no desire me at all. I feel sorry for him.” Here she paused. Then she said to my mother, “You can help him.” There was another pause. Then she told my mother in very plain words that. Then she would need to start the labor-intensive effortneeded to free him from this stiff prison. The skirt, yes, the skirt hedid expect not to be a problem but the top would prove to be a problem.Set back down in his mannequin place of decoration, now clad in thirteenor fourteen layers of pantyhose top and bottom all of which were gluedtogether and maybe even to his skin, now sporting three-inch-high heelsand an elven green mini skirt with white fur piping, he made quite asight. The expression. When I arrived he told me the other man was there. He introduced us and we shook hands. His Name was Alan; he’s about forty-five years old, with the body of a thirty year old. Matt gave us both a drink and left us alone. It was a bit odd at first; I didn’t know what to say. I did find him very handsome, which surprised me. Alan came straight out with it. “So, Matt tells me you’re curious about sex with another man?” “Err… yes I am,” I replied. “Well, I was the same. I’m married, but felt. ?Been having fun?? he hissed sarcastically, looking at the mess.?Food? water,? Ally gasped through her parched throat.?Did you not listen to the judge?? the guard laughed. ?You’re a piece of meat with no feelings worth worrying about; you’ll really need to impress us to earn privileges like food.? His free hand had been greedily roaming her front torso and had now made its way to penetrating her bone-dry pussy, slipping in two fingers. The exhausted Ally merely grunted at the pain.?Come on.