"You had a purpose John?He nodded. "To save those girls happiness."The young girl slid her arm into his. "Because you never had any yourself?" Somethi...ng like that, I guess," John replied, it didn't really matter. Henever felt alive except for thoselast few minutes of his life. If he died now, it would be OK."No it wouldn't John. You're a good spirit, who had a hard life. Youdeserve to have more."John laughed. "Not likely, looks like the doctors have given up on me." True you had a massive. There are no customers in the store, perhaps scared off by our camera crew.The member of staff is middle-aged going on old – wearing a little red dress that she’s really 20, or even 30 years too old to be wearing. It highlights fake cleavage from a bad boob job, a narrow waste, and an almost shapeless arse. It’s safe to say she wouldn’t dress like this for a regular day in the shop.In close-up. “I’m Stephanie Taylor, I’m 56, and should probably know better...” She finds her own joke much. We had casual talks on mobile and without much delay, she asked me to meet her.That next evening I booked movie tickets and planned for a big thing. The next evening I met her at the theatre and shocked to see her. There are many changes in her structure. She is 100 times sexier than the girl I used to masturbate during video calls. She became chubby and has perfect curves with huge melons.She winked at me as soon as she saw me. As it a public place we had a casual greeting. Otherwise, I would. Or man, as it were. She too had seen the marks on his back, and knew that that could have made him mean, but hadn't. And he was almost a man, she thought. She looked at him speculatively. She hadn't taken the time to think about him all that much. He'd fitted in well, and hadn't caused a single problem. Well, not yet anyway. She'd also seen what swung between his legs. She'd reacted to that lovely penis herself, and she certainly couldn't blame two young, single women for noticing it too.Could.