It had a belt cinched around her waist. Her bare legs made me wonder what, if anything, she wore beneath it. As I closed the door I noticed it was uns...easonably cool, with a steady breeze blowing. I took that as evidence that Ashley's choice of a light top and shorts must have been meant to show off for me! "There you are! Visiting men in your hoochie mama shorts!" Sierra said to Ashley. "Oh right. And you in your flasher gear!" Ashley laughed. Sierra just stared back at her, eyebrows raised,. A pair of fishnets and suspenders, no bra, along with some high heels, set off my minimalist approach. I had a long black coat with me that I threw around myself before I snuck out.At 36 I believe I am at my peak, both physically and emotionally. My appetite for sex was described, by one of my therapists, as being like that of a randy teenage boy in a girl's dressing room. I'd always thought that I was different, and from an early age I was playing with all sorts of toys to bring myself off.. It sounded a little romantic and humorous at the same time. As far as being one of the girls working in a brothel, she was excited about it! In fact, if someone were to ask her why she would work in a brothel, she'd say she wanted all her life to belong to a family and the Hammerson family was about as famous as you could find in these parts. And just wait about ten years from now; the Hammerson House will be the most famous place in all the fifty states! She looked over the pale yellow pickup. It must be tough." Tough is not a word I would choose, man. This gal went places you wouldn't dream of. I was the type of gal guys wouldn't take home to their own mothers." You were that bad?" Oh, I was more than bad, trust me. You should have seen me at Woodstock. I was a maniac back then." Sounds like you missed those days." Not so much now. It's not like I could go back in time and relive those days. Of course, I wouldn't mind doing that right now." Really? Well, how about we continue our.