She seldom drinks alcohol and is normally pretty conservative however I can talk her into flashing her tits at the rallies once in a while if she has ...ad a few beers. Last summer while camping at a rally we stopped by a campsite to visit with a couple of guys we met earlier in the day. After a few beers we talked my wife into flashing a few of the bikers as they rode by. Her inhibitions were lowered enough she was enjoying herself as much as we were enjoying the show. We visited a while longer. Besides the cock in her throat, the magnet inside her, and her wiggling clit, the only thing rising to her awareness were the cool slime-trails lengthening into the most sensitive parts of her flushed skin; the back of her knee, into her armpit, along the crease under her buttock, into her navel, a particularly sadistic one had even found its way into the arch of her foot. There was nothing else; Michelle had disappeared into her role, a curiosity, an oddity conceived by a madman with no place. The nextday, I was again in the dress, and ready to greet the first guests ofthe park. I soon found that more than just my appearance had changed. Ifound I moved gracefully, and seemed to know how to act like a gracioushostess for the guests. I gave them a tour, and it ended at the "castle" that was thecenterpiece of the park. It was there I would sit on a throne, and kidswould come up and get their pictures taken with me, a lot like SantaClaus. After the day was over, I stripped out of the. She pulled away from his cock again, wiping the tears running down her cheeks. Jack was lost, this was not his first blow job but Fay had augmented the sensations from his body, she had made it feel so different, so unfamiliar. His control had evaporated, he was helpless as his body ran away from his thoughts to try and hold back. "You are ready to cum aren't you?" added Fay, "Do it!" God, he wanted to fuck her there and then and deluge her tight smooth cunt with his cum. He wanted to feel.