Oh, and btw, D.P. can't talk. Hasn't got a tongue, you see. My sister said that her dad sold it to a Chinese restaurant in Scunthorpe when he was 4 ye...rs old, which is a bummer because I'm a Cunning Linguist but otherwise we do still have fun down at the allotment. Doing the cabbage is my favourite" Rivetting, Ophelia" No, Kat, it's just a lil line of beauty spots, Mum says so" Ha ha , don't you just love this k**, audience ? Right, let's crack on then..contentstants, are you ready ? Fingers on. "C'mon, the panties,' she urged."You're not supposed. . . ." Oh poo, it's not like you're gonna leak any fluids on 'em, are you?"She ended by arching her eyebrow at me.But why do you want to see. . . ." Cause I'm curious how you do it. Now let me see," she said in herlittle girl pouty voice that always got her whatever she wanted fromDad.I laughed, shrugged, and skinned my rather full-cut stretch pantiesdown my hips and legs, finally pulling them off with my feet. When Istood my penis swung. I needed therapy, and despite everything else the lure of shopping fornew shoes had its own special excitement. IV. New ShoesI loved shopping. And I really loved shopping for shoes. Usually,however, the experience was fraught with worry. Where could I go and besure I'd not meet someone I knew, where might I be able to pluck up thecourage to try them on rather than just buy what I thought was my sizeand hope for the best. Regular shoe shops were out, because my feetwere just a little too big for. The pain in his ventilated leg was beginning to distract him from his headache and scalded tongue so he figured it was a good time to limp over to the saloon and get a quick pick-me-up to push away his aches and pains. He knew it would be a little while before he would be riding anywhere so he made up his mind to take advantage of his limited mobility and stick close to Belinda for some soothing medicine of the feminine variety. If she was too busy with her many interests, he speculated that.