"What about me?' he pleaded as he stepped back from the side of the car, pointing to a very stiff looking crotch. Diane looked over at me, then back ...p at the man standing there with a raging hard-on. She held up a finger to him as if to ask for a minute to decide. "It's only fair. You saw what he did to me. Let me just give him a quick blowjob to return the favor. Okay?" Her eyes, wet with tears from her orgasm, pleaded for permission. "Yeah, okay. But where?" I asked unsure of how we got. “Uh... y... yes, sir,” I replied, gob smacked. “Good. Go on. Do it. Let me know when you’re done.” I trapped my phone between my shoulder and my ear. Embarrassed, I looked around ensuring nobody was looking. There was an old lady in the aisle behind mine. I waited for her to go or turn her back towards me. When she did, I quickly used the opportunity to slide my panties down my legs. Then conveniently, I stepped out of them. I deliberately dropped something out of my cart right on top of my. "Yes." Oh honey!" she said, rubbing my hand again. "I sure wish you would have told me earlier... but I guess you had your reasons." She sighed deeply, then added, "Do I know him?"My stare was almost frozen on her now. How to say this?She leaned forward, trying to coax me on. "You know I'll never say a word, Nina. You know-" It's not a him," I said evenly.She blinked, letting the words sink in, making sure she was processing it all correctly."Not a him?"I shook my head, looking down at the. "Isabel produced a pair of breastforms which she glued to my chest with"it stays" adhesive before I quickly put on my bra and slip."I want to watch my Natasha do her own makeup," Isabel said as I wentover to her dressing table and brought Natasha to life. I began withfake lashes and mascara before applying foundation and contouring myface. Then I did my eyeshadow before finally turning to my lips."I would never have believed you could do such a good job. You could bea makeup artist," Isabel.