Your family (both immediate and extended) has gathered at your house after attending church. Everyone is there, your single Mother, younger Sister, Au...ts, Uncles and cousins. Everyone is scattered around the house doing various activities. Some are watching television, some are eating, and others are outside playing or smoking. You are in the kitchen with your mom and a few other relatives, getting caught up with what's been going on in your own lives in between indulging in the usual potluck. Don't you always feel like you have a wedgie?" I didn't mean I had a BUTT wedgie," Allison shrugged, as she unbuttoned her jeans."Ooooh," Wendy said knowingly. "THAT kind of wedgie."Allison noted that her friend at least had the decency to blush."As for feeling like you always have a wedgie, not really. You get used to it after awhile." She slid her fingertips under the cloth that disappeared down the front of her jeans and tried to rectify her problem.Allison had been skeptical, as well, when. As Grandma turned the pages, I saw my father when he was somewhat older. His hair had been cut short, but he was still wearing dresses and skirts. Finally, at around age five, he was wearing knee pants.Grandma opened the next album, which began with pictures of me as a little baby. "Here you are in your christening gown."I saw my mother holding a little baby. The baby was in a long, white, lacy dress. "That's me?" Yes. Now here you are a few months older. See what you're wearing?" The. “Yeah, I just wish that more people would realise what they can see.” Alice replied.“I like your tassels.”“Thanks, they’re just heavy enough to make me feel them all the time.”“So I see. Hey, do you mind if I copy some of your moves? You really know how to flash your goodies.”“They’re not really my moves, just things that I thought of to show what’s between my spread legs, do whatever you want, but if I see you doing something that puts your pussy on display for more than a couple of seconds.