She turned me to a full-length mirror. "Look! Look at yourself! Look at me. I'm getting older. You aren't." She ripped open my shirt. "Look! Youthful,...hard pecs on your chest. A washboard on your stomach. Do you exercise? No!" She tore her blouse off and removed her bra. "Look at me! I exercise. I work at it. But ... see the slight sag in my breasts, the little bulge in my belly. See the small wrinkles around my eyes. Yes, I cheated! I'm getting older. I'm not..." You're still a beautiful. Playing with myself had gotten me pretty horny, but I wanted to share (some) of my finding with the others. Getting dressed (without the briefs), I headed downstairs.Brad and Brittany were already down there, both giddy, eating a small breakfast. She was wrapped in her blanket, I guess she was chilly.Ginger was digging in the pantry, continuously tugging at her short cheerleader skirt. It did look like it had shrunk on her, and a little of her generous ass kept peeking out of the bottom.Natalie. I woke up with the same strange lost feeling I had theday before. A day, that by all accounts, I participated in, but a day thatI can remember very little - just fragments and that feeling of... pain.I laid out my clothes for the day, a mid thigh blue skirt with matchingtop and a pair of brown high heel strappy sandals. I was going to try mybest to look good, but not to stand out - so no blond today. I grabbedthe brunette, shorter wig from my stuff. Automatically, I ran my handacross my face. That was what I had thought they were doing anyway but it was nice to hear them admit it.I stood up and asked them to lay back on the rugs. Then I got down near Emily and started with her. Keeping my head at a close proximity I went from her head to her toes examining every inch of her front. I repeated the process getting closer to the good parts and sniffing. Other than just needing a shower Emily smelled very good especially her pussy. She had a nice strong womanly fragrance. Then I got.