"It's dress," her dad said."How dress?" I asked."Neither white nor black tie," Mrs. Austin said, "But the next step down ... at the Yacht Club."Shit. ...I have no appropriate clothes," I said."I'l handle it, mother," my redheaded hellion said, and she frowned at me."So be it," Mr. Austin. "Saturday. Keys surrendered at the door. Meet and greet is at seven. Cash bar. Dining at 9. Dancing from 11 until 3. Driver service for those who can not pass the breath test."Wendy took me by the hand, led me. Poppas cuts out parts of the clitoris' shaft, saving the glans, or tip, for reattachment. Poppas triumphantly calls the procedure -- rebranded a clitoroplasty -- a "nerve sparing" one unlike the FGMs practiced in other countries.How does the good doctor know that nerves have been spared? Well, Poppas and his nurse practitioner developed a series of sensory followup tests involving Q-tips, their fingernails and vibrators. But don't worry, a family member was always present in the room. As the. Slowly, I grind myself against you, aching to be inside you…longing for the feeling to be part of you again… You wipe off my lips and laugh, realizing that you were even wetter than you thought, before you kiss me softly. Your hand slides down between us and strokes my member again gently, its hardness returning quickly with renewed strength. A deep breath from both of us and your jaw drops slightly as you lower yourself onto me, slowly easing me inside of you. Shivering a bit from the. He looked her in the eyes, and then quietly said. ‘I want you, now’. She smiled. ‘Where?’ No question, she was still under the spell of the pills. He looked around the street and led her toward an alley behind the local clothing store. There, with a small dumpster somewhat guarding a full few from the street, he leaned her again the building. At once he began fondling her tits, massaging them slowly, while he intensely kissed her. The two began grinding midsections and their desire overcame any.