“I don’t think my nephew will be seeing you again, notafter he learns what a bitch you are — literally. Andthese pictures will reall... fascinate both of your ex-husbands…and your trashy friends, too, I’ll bet….”“Don’t, Colette , please…. I’ll do anything….”“‘Anything’? Really? That’s a tempting offer. Maybe wecan work something out. I’ll get back to you in a dayor two. But, meanwhile, get. Annette’s color was consistent and opaque, illuminating a bit of what was around her. I could see her through Susan as if Susan were a spirit that Annette was controlling. Or perhaps a djinn she had summoned to do her bidding.Watching Annette with Susan was much like it had been watching the slow motion silent orgy with Mavis weeks ago. I worked as quickly as I could to capture the amazing performance before me and shifted to new canvases each time Annette moved the two to a new pose. It was. He was hitting all the right spots, filling me with pleasure and desire for more.“Ohhh… Ohhh, Frank…fuck me harder,” I softly cried against his ear, as I wrapped my arm around the back of his neck and sank the nails of my other hand into his fleshy ass. He grabbed the back of my left thigh and pulled my leg up to my chest to push in even deeper.He fucked me like a wild animal and soon had both of my legs pinned against my chest, slapping his balls against my ass as he pounded my pussy into a. . get going, Mal! You don't wanna miss your big entrance." Tomgave him a small peck on the cheek that sent shivers up and downMalcome's body. "Break a leg!"Malcome walked, almost on autopilot, to the stage door and got in theline with all the other ladies. They too were all dressed as he was.The only difference was the lack of a cup in the front of their pantiesand the long hair that flowed down from their heads and the otherwisefeminine bodies that they all sported. Honestly, Malcome.