. really you, is it not, Miranda?”“For good or ill, it is really me. And this is my most faithful companion, Katie Forster. Please take me to my m...ther.”It was a tearful reunion. Dolly did not believe it was her daughter until Miranda had removed her shirt and shown a birthmark beneath her left breast. Miranda had aged with the hardship of the trail and, at seventeen, was a somewhat gaunt and wiry woman whose breasts were still firm, probably thanks to the bindings that Katie kept wrapped. We'd stripped our ground forces of virtually all our weapons to feed the war in Vietnam, and the only air power available was armed with nukes. We had two military responses: either start World War III or grit our teeth. We clinched our jaws and did nothing. When it came to rank, I was an enlisted cellar-dweller with three stripes and an attitude. Nonetheless, I got to be a fly on the wall in Headquarters 5th and 7th Air Forces. I had the easy job of running the audiovisual equipment in the. Have you only just arrived? Come, let me take you inside and get you some refreshments!" and with that she slipped her arm in Sir Andrew's and tried to lead him away from me.Sir Andrew removed her arm and returned it around my slim waist."Now, now Miss K, don't worry. I'll come and find you soon. Don't fret your pretty head. I'm sure there are still a few others you haven't yet paid special attention to, and besides, I believe Miss Pierce here is keen to tell me all about her own special. It made getting my cock out easier. We browsed through them and found some fun pleated skirts. I snagged a blue and purple one of those, then a couple of tennis skirts and one of those diagonally cut skirts. I had tops that would go great with all of them. I also picked up a few pair of tights for when it got cold. Those would be fine over my cock. I headed back to the changing room with my skirts. Not the panties, of course. You didn't try on panties. I knew my size, and those would all fit me.
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