Over the next week they entered town in two's or three at a time. They each outfitted themselves with a few new wardrobes consisting of, breeches, lin...n shirts, full skirted waistcoats, stockings, pig leather thigh high boots, baldricks sword belts, sash's to be worn across one shoulder and tied with a bow at the waist, tricorne hats, and, as an after thought, each of them purchased a few less than lady like skirts.They located an artisan and commissioned him to carve and then paint a new ships. He looked down at Merry. “Keep sucking,” he told her. She did because she did not know what else to do right then. “What do you want, Marge?” he asked. “How did you open the front door?” She was bent forward just a little. Tears filled her eyes. “Dell, I though you and me, well I thought...” Her voice trailed off.“Oh boy!” he exclaimed as he cum. Her presence made it all the more intense.“I better be going,” Merry said. “Sam will be back from the game in a little bit and, well, you know.” She. "It's OK Andrew," said Aunt Rebecca to Alex's dad, "He's got sixteen-itis, where it is terminally un-cool to be seen out with your parents, or even any grown-ups!"*****He watched them walk down the road, and into another house, from the bedroom window. Then he closed the curtains, stripped, and pulled out his lingerie. Dressed once more in bra, panties, suspenders and stockings, he approached the wardrobe, and started to work his way along it, searching out appropriate shoes as he went. They delighted in watching boys suffer humiliation and, to that end, they each chose the brawniest and not too bright bullies to be their boyfriends. The K's would make up stories about slights and insults they had suffered at the hands of some ninth or tenth grade boy. Then they would go crying to their boyfriend about how such and such boy had humiliated them. Then they'd broadly hint that the little twerp deserved some of his own medicine.The result, repeated time and again, was the pantsing.