"Wearing a hoopskirt and carrying a parasol really causes youto adjust your center of balance." I was a Southern Belle once!" Bree said. "What color ...ere you? I wasbaby blue!" I was lavender," I said."Oh, wasn't that fun?" Bree exclaimed."I loved it!"Bree sighed. "But you're right--with the hoopskirt, you can't reallyrelax your arms. You're forced to carry yourself in a more femininemanner. I never thought of that." Bethany," Ruth interrupted, "Have you ever thought about going with. "No. No, I think it'll be just us today." Excellent!" Barbie said, practically bubbling. He had a feeling she would have reacted exactly the same if he'd told her they would be swimming in a tank full of live piranhas. "Will you need to change my clothes first?" Need to what?" Roger felt himself blush, and knew it was a stupid response."Change my clothes. I'm used to having my clothes changed often." Oh." Of course, he thought. She's a Barbie doll. What else does a little girl do with a Barbie. The people who sought me out would most likely be the town gossips. Those would be good people to know, I figured.I waited to see if the old man would ask anything. It took him a while, but he did ask. “You a stranger in town?” The old man asked.“Yep, I’m visiting. I’m here doing some research on the Green tragedy,” I admitted. “Did you know the family.”Yeah Ralph and Ester were friends from church. Sharon went to church till she got pregnant, then she drifted away. Little Amy came with her. I soaked in the orgasam holding his face between my thighs.After I was completely done, I pulled him out by his hair. I looked into my pussy boy's face. Red eyes. He was trembling in fear with my the juices from my sweet hole on his face. A tear rolled down his, and I licked it off. I tasted his fear and wanted more. I was never a sadist. I never ambushed one of my slaves like this. They always happily obeyed. It was intoxicating. Every flinch he made. The complete attention to me. .