.. to slaughter. While she was carefully watching me, one of my groupie girls walked along side her and slipped on the floor and started to fall. Of...course, she clutched at Joyce and somehow pulled very hard on the left sleeve of Joyce's dress. That was the tear point. As soon as the sleeve ripped, everything began to fall apart. Within moment's Joyce was standing there in just her high heels and thong panties. Another of my groupie girls ran to the locker room and "grabbed a robe" so. We navigated our way toward the front of the house with Mrs. M in the wheelchair, Mr. M pushing her and me bringing up the rear. Between the sounds of the smoke detectors and the wailing of fire trucks coming up the street I couldn't tell if Mrs. M was still coughing, but I could see that Mr. M was wracked with a nonstop coughing fit. We had made it almost to the foyer when Mr. M lost his grip on the chair and stumbled to the floor.I crawled up to him. "The door is only a few more feet. Can you. Shore boy all the way. I am 5'6" tall andweigh 165. I know, small for a man. But I could do things on a surfboardor jet ski. It wasn't to bad being a little small. And as with manyothers, I have a fetish for women's items. Everything that makes a womana woman. I was never gay nor interested in men at all, but womenfascinating me. And I will admit to dressing up at times when I knew itwas safe. Leaving home and living in an apartment complex, I could nevergo out. Would never hear the clicking. “Yeah, you want me to ride you?”“Mm, I do.”I took off my clothes and then lay down on the floor. After undressing she straddled me and took my shaft in her little hand, guiding it to her teenage pussy.“Yeah, just like that, stick it in you,” I whispered.“Ah, ah, mm, wow, you are so much bigger than Mike, oh fuck, fuck!”JennyJohn’s cock filled me up, and I actually stopped breathing for a few seconds while my pussy adjusted to his thickness and length.“Oh, oh, John, be gentle, please.” I managed.