Why would she be in a hurry to get married? Your little Bimbo wouldn't have a daddy with a shotgun, would she?" Damn it Sue, her name's Teresa, not Bi...bo. No, she doesn't have a father with a shotgun. Yes, she's going to have my baby. What's wrong with me getting married as soon as I can so the kid doesn't have to go through hell? Is it really going to bother you to be divorced in six weeks instead of six months?" No, Jim, it's not. I just want the truth. Everything looks fine. Have you got a. I was more frightened of losing our special relationship than turned on by another man. He convinced me to participate in his plans but with total veto power. I didn’t think it would ever happen. I didn’t think another man would want me. I’m 48 years old and the years have added 15 pounds to my ideal weight. Where my tummy had been flat, now it was rounded. My 36 C tits had lost their firmness and sagged slightly. There was a touch of gray in my hair. Who, besides my man, would want me? Tom. We were greeted at the door by a couple. The guy was in great physical shape, neither a hair on his body, nor on his head. He wore black military-style boots, a black leather thong, which contained his genitals, studded leather cuffs around the wrists, and something similar around the neck. He had beautiful pectorals. “Hi, Leti, nice to see you again. I’m Omar,” he said to me offering his hand, “and this is Natalie. We’re the managers here. Welcome.”Natalie was a sexy girl indeed. She. I'm Marla."Reluctant but very curious I sat and Marla grabbed a few items andstarted on me while explaining what she was doing and why I neededthings like foundation, blusher, eye liner, mascara, brow pencils,tweezers and so on. I knew I wouldn't remember much of what she wassaying as she happily continued applying mysterious products to my face.That was a totally foreign feeling; having some stranger putting on allthese creams, lotions, powders and fragrances to my face. I wondered ifthis.