"It sounds like the name for a bimbo or stripper."Looking at each other we both laughed simultaneously."Well, Richard would actually like to transform...me into becoming anextreme archetype of femininity, a dumb but adorable bimbo and he hasnamed her, I mean me, Brandee." Having those thoughts again, are we?" she smiled a wicked grin ofknowledge of my inner workings."Yes, I have. And, Richard seems only too happy to let me know they arethoughts that he too finds appealing." Well, Brandee, I will. To raste mein usne mujse baate karna start kar liya ,batton baato mein usne kaha ki aunty aap bahut sexy lag rahi ho….. Baap re ye word sun kar to pehle mujhe kuch aajib laga par baad mein aacha laga.To maine pucha ki kitni sexy lagti hu mein ,to usne kaha ki wo to aunty check karna paddta hai.To maine kaha chal kar check.To wo bola ki aabhi nahi ho sakta meine kaha to kab?….Wo bala ki ghar jaa kar .Fir utne mein ghar aa gaya aur hum ghar mein chale gaye tab 10 baje the.Meine kaha chalo aao. Finally, I decided to reciprocate with a bit of "surprise" of my own. It was a moonless sticky nite, and I saw that her car was in her driveway, so I decided to sneak across the lawns to her house in the buff. My penis was fully erect from the excitement and "danger", although our houses were secluded in mature oak trees and shrubbery. I found her back door unlocked, and quietly let myself in. I stopped in her family room to page through the scrapbook photos of her and her daughter Connie, and. What we ran into was a fair sized crowd of folks lining both sides of the avenue. I reckoned most of the people living in New London were there. As we rode by, the crowd clapped, cheered and fell in behind us. I was growing more curious by the minute.We continued up the avenue until we reached a raised platform that had been erected on a grassy spot a few dozen yards off the street. Liz Smith was standing on that platform, along with a handful of other men and women. Everyone on the stage was.