In a sense she was more beautiful than ever as she came towards him nervously tugging at the hem of her astonishingly short dress as she unconsciously...tried to cover the expanse of white thigh she was displaying. He was amazed at how her blonde hair had been transformed into a soft platinum halo surrounding her head and drifting onto her shoulders. Her features were heavily made up. The figure that only weeks ago she was embarrassed to show, was now not only on display, but she seemed to be. Set lovingly on the foot of the bed is a white box. The ribbon binding the box is deepest red, and atop the package lays a single red rose. Her steps are slow as she walks to the bed, as if she is floating through a dream. She notices a card under the rose, as she draws the flower to her nose and breathes in deeply. The scent pulls her mind back to that soft blanket in her house, where he painted her skin like a canvas with whisper soft petals. She sets the rose on the bed next to the box and. Jackie was short, around five foot three or so. She was a little plump but not fat by any stretch of the imagination. Jackie had nice round tits that bounced when she walked. A narrow waist and big soft hips. The most notable thing about Jackie was her mound. It was soft and fluffy and stood out noticably from between her legs. The seam of her shorts was buried deep between her puffy pussy lips. I thought that Jackie had one of those bodies that was made for sex, comfortable sex. Her oval face. The two men were both portly and seemed of the same age. They stood a few feet from each other and began to undress. The boys could see their white flesh in the darkness. They were both naked and began kissing. The two boys looked at each other and grinned. The two older men seemed to be stroking each other’s cock then they kissed again. The taller of the two fell to his knees and began to suck the other man’s cock. The man standing had a larger belly. “My father is getting his cock sucked”,.