I had let it keep growing to about 6 inches past my shoulders. My father hated it, and told me I looked like a damn hippy. If he knew what I was doing..., the ex Marine and Vietnam vet would have disowned me. I still only dressed in the privacy of my own place. I hadn't gotten the courage to venture out yet.On one occasion I decided to go to Houston for the weekend and check out one of the adult video stores to buy some new porn. I of course had on my panties and thigh highs under my pants and a. ” She plastered her mouth against my pussy and I sank back against the wall of the shower, letting the water beat down on my breasts and over my stomach onto her head. Occasionally, Aubrey lifted her head and shook the water out of her eyes, and then she went straight back to licking. My knees got so weak when I came that I sank down next to her and kissed her over and over.Every day after we got back to the ranch, Aubrey strutted around looking for trouble. In her book, that meant getting. One of the handlers had to go get a pair of anti-grav plates to put under the lower end. Then Béla was lowered down off the stage, still strapped to the girders. People began gathering around to jack off on her.“What! Nobody wants to fuck me?” she asked, breathing heavily to control her orgasmic sensations and gazing at her admirers half deliriously. “After all that suffering, the least somebody can do is give me a good pounding...”For the next hour, Béla lay strapped to the girders leaning on. I nodded. "Pretty sure it is."Fred smirked. "So, did you get busted for checking her out?", he asked.I shook my head. "Nah, she just wanted to know if I was part of the family", I lied. There was no sense in getting Fred worked up into "go get her!" mode, even though he was my best friend. I'd come clean with him about what went on once I found out; either way we'd end up high-5'ing or fist pounding over it. As professional gunslingers, we'd cultivated the "grown-up frat boys" look.Yes, I said.