My Mother sawthat my legs were every bit as shapely as Julie's, and I was just aspretty. "With just a little help she would be beautiful" mom thought....Is this what you want to show Dad?" I can handle it Mom. The other kids might be surprised, but then againmaybe I'm not the only one in school that feels this way." Is that a new skirt? I don't remember seeing that one before. Did youbuy it?" I nodded my head yes. "Have you been out of the house dressedlike this before? ... recently?"I didn't. The guy who had trained Bear said that he couldn't be certified as a service dog, since he was too large. Bear was 125 lbs. and still growing. Every once in a while, I'd get into my wheelchair and let him pull me around in the park. I'd grab his harness and just turn him lose to run. I felt like Ben Hur as he pulled me around the park at breakneck speeds. Usually I had a contingent of kids running along side.In my sixth month in big D, Cyn, I and Bear decided to move into a house halfway to. She lay on her soft teenage back, knees up and spread slightly as she held an old Vogue magazine high in the air to block the sun as she religiously read it, arching her back up. Filled with excitement she squirmed with exciting squeals as she flipped every page with her ipod in tow. He couldn’t help but stare. Led by the evil thoughts in his swim trunks he thought of joining her for a swim but all he could do now was look out into the backyard, replaying what he had seen with his wife earlier.. Now. Please me.” Straining even further up on her toes, she arched her ass back and up for him. “That’s it. Good girl.” CRACK! The wicked crack pushed her forward as a breath rushed out of her mouth. On top of the paddle, it hurt. Yet she liked it so much more than the paddle. He waited until she found herself, found her footing, and pushed her ass back out for the next one. Crack! Lower, on the bottom of her ass. She’d forgotten how much that hurt. Her toes lost in the soft dirt, she.