. Unnn ... I ... I ... think th.. th.. that Glllyyyndaaaa .... is . up .. stairs ..," she gasped. Well, I started noticing things then. Her breast was...a little bit larger and softer than Glynda's and her tummy wasn't quite as flat, and her mons felt a little higher, and then I opened my eyes and noticed what was looped over the ear I had just begun to lick and nibble on. Metal glass frames! Oops! Gramma wore glasses with metal frames and Glynda wore plastic! Mea culpa! I unwound my arms from. ‘We’re fucking in there mate, she’s like a fucking page-three girl, and we are gonna fuck her’ he whispered in disbelief, grabbing at his cock over his tracksuit bottoms and jigging it about. They were like kid-brothers on Christmas Eve, shuffling about impatiently, whispering about what they might get but not really believing it until Christmas day arrives when they can see it, touch it, and know for sure exactly what they’ve got. All-the-while their eyes were fixed on the changing-room door. . I agreed because it sounded like a really nice trip and my love life had been very active lately. A few days of celibacy would be good for me, and I knew the love-making the last night would be particularly memorable. Our local airport does not have a flight to Honolulu so we flew from there to San Francisco and changed flights by the bay. We decided to start the role-playing when we were ready to board the plane at the San Francisco airport so on the first part of our journey we were friends. At least that’s everyone told me. The brighter, the shinier, the crazier it was, the more I needed to own it. It was all mix and match and I got to be my own dress up Barbie. Up top it got even crazier. Green and pink ribbons with bells tied to the ends knotted into my hair, an orange and green stripped halter that left my back bare. Bangles and baubles and oh, yes, skulls! It was the day of the Dead, after all, and I’d been raiding the mama y papa tiendas all week for cheap trinkets. Glow in.