She had the body that a twenty year old would be proud of, but I knew that she was at least fifty years old.There I was, laying on her massage bed wit... my erect cock wavering about in the breeze. She was lowering herself, lining up her hairy pussy and it’s wet entrance with my equally oily cock.“Oh fuck” I gasped when our bodies made contact, with my cock sliding into her tight wet pussy canal. Her pussy continued to swallow my cock until she was totally seated on it.“Wow that’s big” she. My parents used to take me to a Dr who I knew was gay, my dad quit using him but I kept him. Having a license two years before I turned 18 if I needed to see the Dr I drove myself. He was not a good looking guy at all but I liked him. I looked forward to being able to get my first physical with him just wearing the gown, he knew what I was. Living on my own and sneaking into the gay clubs I saw him there and he liked guys like me. Sometimes I would sit across from his office and see him. It was as short as the dress sh was wearing. She wasn't serious wasshe?She was."That zebra print dress and plain tights will really show off those lovelylong legs of yours and it stretches nicely across those girly boobies ofyours." My breasts were the result of a diet of hormones that gave me asmall cleavage. "They'll look great with a pair of stilettos," shecontinued. "Plenty of eye liner and a few squirts of perfume - you'll beirresistible.That was what was worrying me. I didn't want to be. I know that Matron just called so just do what she said Michele, don’t fuck with her.”And once again the line went dead before Michele could speak.“Fuck!” Michele screamed into the empty house.Resolve set, Michele commenced cleaning up her little flat. She gathered the notes that Polly and Matron had left, along with the incriminating pictures and put them in the telephone table drawer, she made her bed and cleaned up empty glasses and emptied ashtrays. She gathered her uniform, breastforms and.