She just could not imagine the women, many of them very attractive. Allowing themselves to be filmed and photographed doing the things they were doing...Going down the aisles, she could feel the men’s eyes on her and the heat between her thighs began to brew.In the toy section, she looked at what was available. The most common item seemed to be some form of rubber or plastic penis in a verity of sizes. Her clit became painfully inflamed imagining they were real cocks ready to fuck her.She made. She spritzed a pretty smelling perfume on andthen had me stand to put on the slip. Mother noticed I still had a boyshape even after I put on the slip. She suggested a fuller slip or maybea tutu to give me a curvy shape around my waist. Yes, she said, I'd needa cincher as well. Danged if I knew what she was talking about. She hadme lift my arms and bend down a bit so she could help me with the dress.It just flowed over that satin slip and right on top of me. Mother had meturn around and she. Irene? No, that’s the girl in the Ledbetter song. Irma? No, that was, um – Shirley McClaine playing a whore. I – um – Is – Is – something. Isolde! That’s it! You’re Isolde!” he exclaimed. “Yup, that’s me.” she said. “How’d you wind up here? I heard you got married to some corporate guy and had a kid and all,” he said. “Yeah, I did. But he ran off with some bimbo secretary, and my daughter got pregnant and moved in with the guy and I got hooked up with a crazy-ass mechanic musician whom, I. I might have passed out for a bit after that, though I do vaguely remember Roger pulling out, then bending over to kiss me on my back. Then, I think somebody else took Roger's place for some “sloppy seconds.” Or maybe two or three more guys also fucked me. I was too groggy by this time to be sure.After a while I just rolled over onto my back. Like I say, I'm usually a one-and-done. But still a couple of more men (Steve being one) did stop by the bed long enough for me to suck their cocks for a.