I tried pushing them down but they only seemed to like that. "Candace, this is only making me hornier." "I know. Lift up you skirt and take of your pa...ties." She did as I told her. She lifted up her panties revealing the wet spot she'd made in them. I squeezed my thighs together. "Now what?" She had a phat pussy. I liked that. I told her to part her pussy lips. She did as I instructed. I sat on the edge of my seat waiting for the reveal. I licked my full lips in anticipation and right there. Some were used for transporting elves, others for bringing in food and logs for cooking. No-one had ever just slid down a slope for fun, why would you? This was just a hint of an echo of the old human wild magic, the desire to do things just because ... The elf-maids tried it, fell out and all roared with laughter, as they tumbled into the cold snow. The air was warm, the snow didn’t melt; it was unexpected for Caroline, but it meant you could be frozen with your face embedded in soft snow, one. I danced with glee as the bullets chewed up the side of the ship. Walter concentrated on the center mast and hit it nine or ten times while I watched the radar for any ship closing on us. I heard a loud snap and looked up in time to see the two hundred foot mast twist and fell towards the far side of the ship."Eat big hairy grass eaters dung you bastards!" I shouted as I turned the ship towards open water. We past between two sloops that turned to chase us, and I giggled as I headed into the. Dad was one of those typical Type A personalities that had to work ten, twelve, fourteen hours a day to feel like he was getting ahead. Obviously, he played a very small part in my upbringing and development. My first remembrances of my childhood found me in frilly girls' dresses and crinolines complete with all the appropriate underwear for a young girl. Mom had kept my hair long. She would always call me 'Mommy's Little Girl' or 'Her Pretty Little Girl.' When friends and family would.