The six inch blue satin stiletto heeled shoes soon adorned Tim’s feet, his gloss red toenails shining from the tips of the peep-toe pumps and the go...d ankle chair with the gleaming bow charm now quite evident. Ted turned on the heater and adjusted the setting to warm the car as the zipper on the makeup case was heard. The interior lit up slightly as Tim pulled down the lighted visor and quickly went to work. It wasn’t much makeup but dressed as he was now it was essential. In practiced hand the. He could make his guitar laugh, cry, cluck like a chicken and bay like a hound. He sang old blues, and introduced himself, tongue in cheek, as Blind Melon Chitlin. He had a younger man with him he called Harp, who was really good on harmonica, and they harmonized together pretty well. They refused to tell us about themselves. I filmed them through several songs, and their patter in between to the audience, before we gave them a hundred bucks and left.We filmed Preacher as he stood on a wooden. Marty's mother, Helen, was a gym junkie who sported a trim, taut figure. She stood about 5ft 7" in her joggers and when the car stopped I jumped out to open her door and got a good look at her long, smooth legs. Helen had suggested this spot to stop at and knew of a clearing along one of the tracks.Helen had made up a picnic hamper, which I carried, she carried a blanket and Marty roamed ahead taking snaps at every turn of the track. The dappled sunlight filtered through the trees and played. Holly hid her smile against his neck. “but we don’t have to talk about it. We can just feel it.” she used the tight, velvet muscles of her pussy to squeeze him, making his head rock, side to side, his eyes closing in blissful agony.“and it doesn’t always look like this,” she murmured, urging him over with her, pulling him on top of her. He looked surprised but pleased by the change, propping himself above her. “sometimes it’s raw. Animal. You know that feeling? That wild man feeling you told me.