By morningyou'd be miles away," Andy said worried about rocking the boat at thecounty orphanage."I need to get changed back somehow before she goes al... the way with me.Anyway, where can I go in these clothes and like this!?" Dale gasped.With a panicked look on his face he quickly fumbled with the buttons atthe front of his dress as Andy and Wayne looked on. He undid the topthree buttons, then slipped the straps of his white nylon full slip offhis shoulders exposing the white nylon lace trimmed. Your 30s...?Better still! (Oh! Ignore that. A lot of older men have that 'furiousspontaneous erection'-type response to this. But, seriously - if THAT'Swhat it looked like at its prime, then no wonder you're such a joylessprude...)Your 20s...Your teens...THIS is what we're going for.God, you were a gawky little shit, weren't you...?Sorry - AREN'T you...?Now, in this little transformational lull, I want you to cast your mindback...Out of the vast number of students that you've expelled, I want. Though I was a little confused by this, I loved the boy dearly and tried my hardest to be patient and understanding. But still, I was getting worried. Getting home from work one day, I heard some noises in Andy's room and stuck my head in to take a look. I was somewhat surprised to see all sorts of toys scattered around the room, as well as a lot of junk. And right in the middle of the mess was Andy, cheerfully using a screwdriver to take something apart. For a moment, I just stood there,. Whatever it was, as Stephen sat dumbstruck before me, I released my ire in a torrent of invective.“I bet you want to, don’t you Stephen. I’d bet you’d like her to pull her t-shirt off over her head, to unclasp her bra and cradle her breasts in her hands so that you can take her fat swollen nipples in your wet mouth …” I stepped towards him; crowded him, towered over him in my 3” heels as he sat trying to find a space amongst the flow of words. And as I continued, my hands reached down and.