Puzzled, I said "Party? What party?" I could really tell she was getting annoyed, "The one me and Rob are throwing! Ugh, I know I told you about it!."...I seriously never recalled her telling me about a party seeing as partying wasn't used in my vocabulary often. &"Umm"; I began. "Forget it! Just get ready, I'll be over in half and hour". She then hung up the phone. I groaned and quickly went inside the shower, as I began to wash myself my hands grazed over the thick bush that had formed between. So here I was with plaster up both arms to mid-level and thumbs locked outward. At least I had the use of my fingers as the casts stopped at knuckle level, but it is almost impossible to pick stuff up this way. And wiping my butt was barely possible if I held the tissue between 2 fingers. Usually I just hopped in the shower and rinsed my buns off in the stream. Anyway, the worst of all my issues was that I was finding it literally impossible to masturbate with just use of finger tips I tried. . This time I kept it to myself. Back to the car.How could I ask, I had talked to her back at the truck stop, if I talked to her now would she answer or just bark. The question didn't need asking, as I sat she put her head on, no, in my lap and sniffed, her tail raised. All my training and time with the wolves threw human thought's out the window and I rubbed her under her tail as the scent became obvious. She was looking for a mate..... She was looking at me.She was a beautiful looking female. And I have to do my ownhair and makeup too," Dale exclaimed as he looked around then noticed outthe window that it was getting later by the morning twilight. "How can a boy get so good at dressing and getting all dolled up likethat, that good, just like a girl?" Wayne exclaimed. "You don't like allthat stuff do you? You aren't some sort of sissy or something are you?" "No. But Mrs. Foster has a way of training you, to make you comply andif you don't do it right you get punished. And it.