It looked like a large version of what Robin Williams wore inMrs. Doubtfire, but it was even more realistic. There were moles withhair poking out of t...em. The skin looked like dried out beef jerky. Therewas even hair covering the crotch and armpits. The most astounding thingwere the large pendulous breasts, with nipples that stuck out like littlethumbs. Finally he pulled out the mask. It was hideous. The white hairwent out in all directions looking more like straw then hair. The chinstood out. Her room became a familiar place and her girlish crooked smile and lush body became things I looked forward to every time I checked my mail. The plan was forming and it was a bit of an odd plan. We were just supposed to meet. I knew she had that risque appointment, but she had a few hours to kill beforehand. We were going to go to Central Park. A safe place, we could sit and talk, nothing more. When she got to the city it was raining. The city was a wet mess of black and gray and so what other. The warm water felt wonderful on achy muscles. Mr. Michaels insisted on soaping up each girl while they stood there, cleaning every part of their bodies. When he declared them clean, he released them to work together to clean him. The girls used generous amounts of soap and scrubbed softly all over. Of course, they cleaned his dick together, taking turns stoking his flaccid dick and softly fondling his balls.Once they had dried each other, they stripped the oily towels and plastic sheet off. " The consensus was "the sooner, the better," so they planned to remove the temporary diverting dam starting the next Monday.Sarah wanted to make this a special event with a celebration. She wanted to declare a ranch holiday and invite everybody to a bar-b-que with ice cream for desert. Roland agreed that he could have enough ice cream for everyone to have a cone with two dips, but it wouldn't all be one flavor. The commercial-size production facilities were ready to go and he could use this.