Finally she said, “I’m wearing pantyhose. I’m sorry.”I smiled. “Oh, that’s all right. I’ll forgive you this time.”Still looking at...me, she lifted her skirt, holding it delicately so that it wouldn’t wrinkle, and stood with her feet apart. I knelt down in front of her and quickly pulled her pantyhose down to her thighs, not noticing until I’d done so what she was wearing underneath: a pair of the ‘little girl’ panties she’d bought when we were downtown; pink cotton with big yellow, red and. "Two people in search of friends, we found out that we have a lot in common, and a lot that we can argue about and be quite happy in arguing because it's with each other."Gramma actually smiled.Lane kept going. "We kept it up, neither of us willing to admit it was anything but a friendship." I broke the ice, Gramma. I told HIM first. Kinda forced him to admit it." Forced him?" Gramma returned to glaring at Lane. "She forced you?" Judy," Lane said, "I'd been battling with myself because I. After she had had her fill, she washed the greasy residue from her hands at the creek nearby, guarded by one of the warriors. Upon returning to the campfire, she noticed that the other warriors were passing around a pipe in some sort of ceremony. Her escort shoved her towards the circle of Cheyenne warriors.She joined the circle and found herself sitting next to the chief that had taken her. He gave her the pipe, and with hand signals was instructing her to participate. She hesitantly took a. How was I to know that it might have been fun to look at them now and again. Oh, hindsight and that 20/20 vision thing.I never saw pictures of her in which she were too fat nor too thin. Her waist was more defined when she lost weight. She was quite tall too, so those extra pounds were carried well, and as a dancer she moved gracefully too. She was blessed with a very pleasant pair of breasts. There was a certain amount of sag. However, they were large enough that it enhanced the look of them.