That's why it feels different! Now, he needs shoes." She broughtme soft blue shoes that slipped on.Marie then spoke, "That's only one outfit. You need...a whole range ofclothes! Every thing must be new: I'm going to throw your old 'poorperson' clothes in the rubbish when we get home." I worried a little as other suits appeared. One was white, with a doublebreasted jacket. One was soft magenta, one was pink, and one was red! Butas I tried them all on, any worries I had disappeared. Then I picked. Beth looks up smiling at him as her fingers return to his nipples to tweak and scratch at them repeatedly.Carl is getting dizzy with need. His cock is straining at his pants. But this is Beth and Maggie, his mind is screaming at him that they're family. "What.?" He gets no further before Maggie again surprises him, this time by dropping a rag over his head and tying it behind him"Nope, no talking. I've wanted to do this for a while, nothing is going to interrupt me now Carl, not even you.". Comment: Bec was staring down at the microphone set up in the middle of the table while she spoke. She talked in a clear but mostly lifeless voice.Comment: I noticed that Bec’s English accent was slightly stronger than normal. Perhaps she was reverting back to her roots due to the stress of the situation. I imagine that the voice I was hearing was more like that of the younger version of Bec that was painted on the wall above Bec’s bed.Bec: At approximately 10 minutes after 7pm I was in the. .TWICE!!! I had to cover my face with a pillow to keep from doing my own yodeling." MIsti started chuckling, which turned to a full-fledged laugh. "Michael and I heard it with our window closed. We thought, at first, it was a siren. Mike opened the window and started laughing. He told me what it was, and I listened, again. Then I recognized Betty's voice. She made the same sound with Jerry the other day at the farm. It made me excited, and I asked Mike if he could make me sing like that. He put.