[ModelT-MsDollie]

THE MASTURBATING DISPATCHER Our last day, Sunday, June 1971 about over.
-----We really hadn’t given any more thought about the dispatcher saying he wanted his hour of fame too! But soon found out he was ready and willing. After Nick parked his cab, we talked awhile then went inside to thank the dispatcher and see how much we owe. He told us we still have time, asking us if we have time for one more ride with him. I looked at Dollie. She smiled and told him we have all day. I remember us getting the cab before this around 2PM. Sunday. Our hour with Nick must have went on overtime but we remembered it didn‘t even seem like an hour. I believe it was nearly 4PM when we got in that cab the second time with Dispatcher Dave. No more begging Dollie. I was shocked and surprised the entire Taxi Cab weekend.
---Dispatcher Dave began with another surprise. He said we don’t need to explain the rules to him. Nick left his radio microphone keyed all the time we talked about games and when he was in the back seat. Dave went on to tell us he knows we are probably fucked out, Nick did a good job on Dollie’s titties, and we need to relax. He said “here’s my plan. You and Dollie don’t have to do anything. I got interrupted masturbating her earlier. I’d like to get in back with you both and spend most of your next hour fingering her wet pussy.” I told Dave that Dollie has never really done this before until now. It’s up to her.
----I looked at Dollie and she was smiling. I said “it’s up to you.” Dispatcher Dave told Dollie he’d be gentle and quit anytime she asked. Dollie told him “Maybe----- then OKAY!“ I told Dave “you do realize we’ve been playing with that thing and I filled it full of jazz?” Dave said something like “I’m going to finger it, not eat it!”
----Not much more to tell about dispatcher Dave’s masturbation taxi trip. He drove to the same lake as Nick went. I’d bet this was one of their favorite stops. A fairly secluded and unused fishing lake parking area. At least during daytime on this Sunday afternoon. Dollie’s dress was wide open. Dollie’s pussy was wide open. Dollie moaned, squirmed, and yelled, loving every minute of most of another hour as Dave fondled and masturbated her.

---Many firsts and a very unusual camping weekend. I discovered the NEW DOLLIE.

MORE REPEAT.

---From then, summer 1971 thru most of 1987 it got better…or worse. Changes I never expected. Dollie couldn’t get enough masturbation. Yes, at that time period her breasts were much larger, remaining big even after the milk dried up. At the same time her pussy was four times larger and in need of constant attention. Yet she was not interested in letting anyone else have intercourse with her. Now that I look back, that was probably best for me. She could have turned into a fucking machine. What we did those years was often stupid and scary !
--- The few more times we’d walk that trail from the park, before and after that one day, I don’t remember going past the RR tracks and train station. Still, we drove to town shopping and thru town many times. In all the later years we went to that same area for weekends and vacations I don’t remember getting another cab there. Really don’t know why. I guess we were too busy along the beach, Lake shore dunes, and on scenic rides.
--I do remember a taxi ride and a few limo rides other places we‘d been on vacations much later. Maybe I will write about those.
----Again after I retired in 1994, and more surgeries, it was like yet another new Dollie. With the help of new friends in Florida we taught her to enjoy masturbation all over again. But this time, like it should have been before………. one stranger at a time. What happened during those 15 to17 years was scary and I never planned on sharing any of it in my CLOSET. There are stories where I made it sound like Dollie was doing something new when they were very old games.
The End of yet another series. What's next in my CLOSET? Something old. Something new?