She had seen my stuff, read all my stories and posts I made on a site I used, Lushstories. Wonderful people, a family I could be with and love like I ...ad when I did theatre. My fusion killed that for years and now I probably couldn't memorize the script. I'll do it again though. I knew an eighty-five year old woman that had trouble remembering her name (not really) and we spent hours talking during one production. I was forty-six and I loved that lady. She just had fun and didn't worry about. It’s my dress, I know it is.’ ‘Of course it is, I can see blue is your soul color. Jacqui only put it on display an hour ago. I’ll call her.’ ‘I rather you fetch and fit the dress, Marci. If you don’t mind me saying so, I spend something like $1500 at month at your beauty saloon including on cosmetics and much more than that at this boutique. I think I deserve the attention of the proprietor when she is not otherwise engaged.’ You hard-nosed bitch fumed Marci, smiling and saying, ‘Of course,. She was really up for this now. Jaq asked me to fetch a dildo from the bedroom. I chose her large purple one. She calls it 'the monster.' Yoghurt at the ready, I watched as Jaq positioned the dildo at the entrance of her pussy. I made sure she dipped it in the yoghurt as she began to slide the monster into her pussy. I could not believe my eyes, I swear she pushed all nine inches of that dildo up between her legs. I watched with swollen cock in hand as she fucked herself, yoghurt squelching. Nana would just chuckle and roll her eyes at him, and warn him about his language in front of 'the bairn'. I'd often find myself mimicing Grandpa by clutching at my crotch through my shorts, there was something about the big burly men on the telly in their tight trunks, all sweaty and glistening as they grappled with each other, grunting and straining. Nana would tell me to leave myself alone or itd drop off. Grandpa would tell her to stop mithering and that 'The lad knows what he likes "..