The difficulty now was learning how to act like a barbie doll.A true challenge, he considered to himself. He chuckled as he wonderedhow the women in ...he office might react if he asked them for pointers!His head swam with new information, names for clothes, names forunderwear garments, names for makeup products. An online pop magazinehad provided him with some more information on the teen stars that someof the mothers in the office laughed about. He'd almost dropped offlistening to local. “Thank you. Is there any cake?”He looked me over and first I thought he was going to say something like: ‘Should you be eating cake, tubby?’, but it turned out to be a look of concern for my mental, rather than my cardiovascular health.“Listen ... Are you okay? I mean, you’re welcome to come here, of course. But it feels as if you’re ... hiding from something.”“I am the same fucked up mess I have always been, and I’ve been hiding from life since 1975. Today is no different from any other day, I. The dead littered the streets in Los Angeles, well inland. All the way up to San Francisco the wreckage moved with the tide. Cindy shuddered and hugged herself. "Imagine all that desolation--all that destruction. It's like what happened to Haiti. Remember, Randy?" They were both solemn. They'd volunteered to help after the big one flattened most of the country.The Pacific coast looked like a war had been fought and lost. Randy suggested that we go further north, to coastal Oregon."Daddy? Where. “Get your clothes off boss!”He undressed and so did I.He got on the bed and he laid down on his stomach. I grabbed the cooking oil and poured generous amounts on my hands. I knelt beside him. I started on his neck and shoulders, I rubbed and massaged for several minutes. Then, I worked my way down to his back, buttocks and legs. He was wet and slick and glistening. He flinched somewhat when I got to his butt so I stayed far away from his anus.“Time to turn over boss.”He did. His shrivelled cock.
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