“Do tell. How big was it?” Chelle smiled, blushing before holding her hands about nine-ten inches apart. In her mind, she could have been once aga...n on her knees before that massive organ. It was not an unpleasant thought at that moment, given her drunken state of arousal.“Get the fuck out! How was it?” continued the blonde, eyes wide. “I had two children but I don’t think I could handle something like that.”The brunette almost opened her mouth to give her typical answer. Her face contorted in. Clicking on it brought it to life. From a large stone chest he pulled out some nets with weights on the corners, and we flung these over the reptiles, eventually catching and entangling them all. Then, of course, my avatar thanked his saviour in the kind of way you would expect.The scenario I devised for Dale began with his avatar walking along a deserted beach in a pair of long white shorts. Clicking anywhere on the sea made 'him' wade out, his shorts becoming almost transparent as they got. I dressed in girl's clothes at home every day until 11:15AM all the way through to the end of sixth grade. Each year that I got older I moved into older girls' clothes that my sister had worn 4-5 years earlier, which were stored in the basement by my mother. And as I hit 5th and 6th grade, I continued to progress in my clothing, going from cotton flowered panties into satin panties. I went from tights to stocking and a garter belt (this was after all the mid-late 1960's). I went from little. His dark red hair standing out amongst the Brazilian brunettes surrounding him. He was wearing a smart navy blue shirt and a pair of jeans. He was smoking, leaning back against the bar looking directly at her. He raised an eyebrow quizzically as he motioned his head slightly towards Anna. He was smiling. Maggie knew he had seen the kiss. She leaned over to Anna, took the glass from her hand and put it on the table. Without saying a word she put her hands on either side of Anna's face and drew.