What was she going to do to support herself, Catharine asked as she emptied her desk at CSI. She was divorced, she was a single mother with a little g...rl and she had to support herself and her daughter.Catharine went straight home and threw herself on her bed as she wondered what she could possibly do to make a living. Catharine was in her early 30's; she still had a nice body and her breasts were even larger after having her baby daughter than they had been for most of her exotic dancing. That did it. “Oh God…Lauren…I’m…” is all I got out before the first stream of cum blasted out of my cock.“Mmmm….muhr…mmmm” Lauren moaned for more, her mouth still full of cock and filling with cum. My cock obliged, shooting three or four milky streams of semen into her warm, welcoming mouth.“Don’t swallow yet baby…Show me your mouthful of my jizz.”“Uh-huh” Lauren managed, as her tongue teased the last bits of sperm from my pulsing cock. I almost couldn’t stand, she had made me cum so hard. . With my new feminine image, the cast forgot that I was Mark, a boy, I think Frank did too.He was relaxed... our kisses were short but very real man-woman embraces. The play's public performances went smoothly, and were followed by the usual cast party. Of course, I went as Diane, my character, in full makeup and with my hair professionally coifed for the play. I totally loved my appearance and I would not have changed if they asked me. The girls buzzed around accepting me as if I was one of. "Where do you get these?" My father runs a bakery on London Road," Rachael said. "We just startedmaking these. And all the other goodies here."From that point the meeting went well. Gary explained that he would havea member of the Hobo Army at the house all day Sunday to prevent peoplefrom parking in her lane. The woman was thrilled at the accommodationbeing made for her. She even promised to have the woman who took hershopping once a month to stop at the bakery, especially when Rachaelraved.