..she looked fucking fab she might be 68 but her body is only 45, absolutley fucking horny as hell, she climbed in and i couldnt help but look at her ...ussy it was lovely grey hair with a bit of the old brunette in it , she cut it and trimmed it and looked after her self, her nipples were hard and her tits did droop a little but i love that nothing wrong with a gracious mature woman, she moved over to me and said would i like her to wash me and then i could do her, she started on my back and. "You started it," I protested, "You brought up the idea of being a centrefold." Yes I did, and boy have you ran with it." Sorry I just think it's a great idea." I do too," casually declared Sally as she turned over another page of my magazine. I gathered my thoughts, making sure I had heard her right."You mean you'd really like to be photographed nude?" Yeah." Would you let me see them?" "Of course you'd see them, I want you to be the photographer."Over the next few days, Sally and I planned. ”He was reaching for me as I stepped closer. I didn’t see Shelly and Sherry at first, then I felt a shock that nearly knocked the breath out of me. Instead of me hugging a short fat man, I was looking into the eyes of a man as tall as me. He no longer had a three-day shadow on his face, with a bald head. He has a neat, thin mustache, and his hair is neatly combed back, coal black - thick and wavy ... and that damn hook nose is gone too.“WHAT IN THE HELL WAS THAT?”Before he could say anything. Sucking and tasting a man. Licking a man. Maybe kissing a man. Maybe a long soft warm tender kiss. I arose from bed and showered, cleaning myself and shaving my genital area. As I stared at myself in the mirror I realized that it was time for something more. The hair on my chest and legs had to go. It would not do if I was to be a true slut. I true sissy. If I was going to be the womanwhore that I desired to be. So I slowly and methodically shaved the hair from my body. Close. I was getting.