Or even respond to a question or remark from certain Men...the crossed eye(s)... makes you look slightly stupid... somewhatclueless... and decidedly..... intellectually disenfranchised... evenbimboish... which makes it even easier for Men... to lean in... muchsooner... and more quickly... and take advantage of you...you're forced to wear a makeshift... crudely fashioned... bikini top...of a girls bathing suit... with triangles cur out... that do littlemore... than simply... and barely... hide. It was one of those realistic dongs with a textured cock head and bulging veins. He pushed it against his hole. Nothing. He rubbed it up and down against his tiny opening. Nothing. He rubbed it in circles clockwise, counter clockwise and in a sort of poking in-and-out motion that, of course, didn’t enter one millimeter into his tight ass. She put one hand on his muscular arm and patted him. “Good try, honey. Thanks for the show, but that’s never going to work.”“Told you!” he said. She reached. I was in serious trouble now and starting to panic. He turned me roughly around and without a second passing by, pulled my thong down and had his face burried in my ass crack! His tongue was licking my hole and darting in and out of me, and I was REALLY enjoying it now! I didn't care who it was as long as it felt this good! He stopped doing this after about 2 minutes and I was all hot and bothered... just then I felt his hard 8" meat long ways in my crack! I freaked! No NO NO I said! This ain't. Yep, there was that damned Pinnoccio doll she had asked for last XXXmas, and from the looks of things, he had been telling many, many lies. I was so disgusted."You think just because you're a doll you can get away with anything, don't you? Going around sticking your nose in other people's business! Now go wipe that stuff off your nose and try to act like a little boy for a change."Mrs. Clause looked at me tearfully, not knowing what direction my wrath would lead me in this time. I guess she was.