He certainly was happy with the change but sometimes, if only briefly he did feel a bit of a heel for not only was she satisfying him but also his mat...es and now even the neighbour. He remembered when the neighbour had become a regular. As nudity no longer offended her she only wore a light dressing gown if she happened to go outside, like hanging the washing out. She had always got on well with the neighbour and he had sometimes wondered if she and the neighbour were being that extra friendly,. My mother washolding a small leather bag, the kind you take on trips to hold yourtoiletries. She had a big smile here face and told me how much she lovedseeing me with my hair in a turban and my towel wrapped girly styleacross my breasts. Her words: Breasts. Similar tableaus were takingplace at the door of each of the Unworthys in my group. My sisters eachtook hold of one of my arms and our procession walked slowly deeper intothe "Flowering Hall". I was hoping my towel over my breasts stayed. ..about a half dozen wigs on wig stands. They were allthe same color but different lengths and styles. What the hell would shebe doing with a bunch of wigs? I remembered that my mom has a wig or twoso she doesn't have to do a lot with her hair but still wants to lookgood so I thought Mary did the same, or maybe her mother.I looked at the uniform, I looked at myself in the mirror with my closecropped hair and I looked at the wigs. Sooo, I took off my tee shirt andpants and put on the uniform. I. “Shake it bitch!/ “Bounce those titties.” “Shake that ass.”Megyn shook her breasts and turned around and shook her ass.The dance routine continued.She thrust her arms out in a V and raised her right knee and then her left.“Lets see that pussy. Show us your cunt.” Megyn continued with more moves. Her arms shot out above her and she shook her booty.Arms raised she shook her breasts. Tit and ass meat jiggled tantalizing the gang.With her arms above her head she kicked out with her right leg.