”Jackson stuck his head out from the back room and replied, “No problem Miss Whitfield. I have a couple of more things to put up and then I will b... out there.”“Damn it, Jackson, stop with the Miss Whitfield shit. I am only twenty-five, not thirty or forty years old,” she admonished him teasingly as she left the shop, his laughter following her out the door.Miss Allie Whitfield was the great-granddaughter of one of the town’s forefathers and she owned Allie’s Lingerie. The small shop did very. . . . . ..Dr. Bircumshaw had made some discoveries it the female DNA. Shediscovered the composition of phermones in females and how they wereproduced. The reaction was catalysed by Compound J. It was proposed byother leading engineers that a new male species could be made dependent onphermones with alterations to the DNA structure. Also, the elimination of aGlycine from a precise spot in the pituitary gland DNA would decreaseadrenal and steroidal output by 5%. Her map of male DNA also allows. She couldn’t believe what was happening. He relentlessly drove into her virgin cunt his hands gripped firmly on her slender hips as began to thrust into her with long, forceful strokes. Her body writhing on him as she fought the discomfort, with each stroke he groaned as he rode her hard with long deep strokes, forcing her pussy to yield to his demands. ‘You’re so tight’ he groaned into her ear. His fingers found her pulsing pinching it gently. Her moans were turning into soft cries. Suddenly. "I've never seen one of these before! What does it do?"I've used that line several times. Most of the time, its owner says, Girls. Brandon said, in a dry voice, "It's called a trouser snake. It likes girls. When there's a pretty one nearby, it stands up to take a look." (Sadly enough, that's pretty accurate.)"So it thinks I'm pretty," I asked, all solemn innocence."It seems to, yes," Brandon said, still in that dry tone. Later I found out what was going through his mind, but didn't come out of.