We had yet to leave the parking lot when the women started stripping. By the time we were on our way home, it was all I could do to concentrate on the... road with all the kissing and sucking going on.Ronnie and Connie were sitting in the passenger-side bucket seat together. They were naked too, and both of them were looking back over the center console at the others loving each other in the backseat.Connie turned to ask me, “Lucien, will we get our turn riding your cock when we get home?”I caught. Here we were two people in their forties, me almost fifty, acting giddy like two teenagers who just had their first fuck. I smiled at a laughing Thelma who had tears in her eyes from laughing and crying so hard. She took my new balled up shirt, raised her body off my somewhat soft member and put my new shirt between her legs. She stood up and started rubbing her calf. She was laughing and said she wasn't a teenager anymore and hobbled to the bathroom.I asked her what I should do and she yelled. Go on, say ‘I told you so’.”“I’ve made plenty of mistakes when I’ve failed to heed good advice. I’m in no position to throw rocks; my glass house is far too fragile. How are things at work?”“Good. I’ve simply kept the private stuff private. I guess you can’t do that given that some of your closest friends work for you.”“That does create some complications, that’s for sure! You know, I never asked how things are with your family.”“An Irish Catholic girl from Boston has a huge church wedding and. Both women 'Oohed!' and 'Aahed!' over me as they straightenedthe lacy dress hem over the bouncing layers of petticoats. The frockfitted me very snugly around the bust, and like the pettie, wasextremely short. My tears finally dried and Mandy gave my tear-stainedface a hard rub with the damp towel.Aunt June produced her make-up bag and after a few minutes, mascara,pink lipstick and a hint of blush had been applied to my drying eyesand cheeks. Mandy seemed astounded by my transformation, and.