See the little tuft of flesh at the top, where the lips come together. That's the clitoris and my, I mean Eric's vagina at the bottom. I have a big va...ina now. Eric likes it big and so do I. If he needs something tight to fuck, he can always fuck Chris or bugger either one of us. Oh, Misty it makes me so hot showing my pussy to you. You can see my urethra, pee hole, in between my clit and vagina. I'm getting all wet again. Can you see my love juice, 'gleet' as Eric calls it? Do you want to. I suppose if I get picked up by the Confederacy, it's moot anyway," Joe told his mother."I'll think about that while I'm getting changed," Sally said. It wouldn't do for her to go to the Bindery in a pair of sweat pants, and that really was the least of her worries. She was well aware that for the past few minutes she'd been lubricating to the point that she'd need to put in a pad to keep from showing a wet spot if she spent too much time in the presence of her son. Suiting actions to words. He was, withdifficulty, still managing to retain a grip on his masculinity but hewas also aware that this hold was a tenuous one to say the least.Constant and intense pressure was being exerted to behave in a moregraceful and feminine manner by Madam and Greta not to mention theCountess of Argyll, Madam's close friend. And to this end he wasconstantly supervised by either or all of these women, his everymovement and gesture scrutinised for traces of masculinity, and ofcourse when detected he. He had hoped to sneak in, watch his son for a little while and leave unnoticed. It was not to be, she saw him the minute he left his truck. Bonnie was surprised that J.W. was there. She approached him and told J.W. she was worried about him. If it wasn’t so sad, so hurtful, so heartbreaking, it would be funny. She’s worried about me? She’s the one that snuck out of the house while he was at work, taking the children with her and she’s worried about me? Now she’s worried about me? Now after.