They need new clothes anyway, and we can get what we need down there, no sense lugging stuff down there when they don't need to. I have seen what they...are wearing these days, and they need some new clothes that fit and are in style."I suddenly realized that I had not taken the girls shopping since this all happened. The girls were forced to step into Amber's, or their mother's clothes in some cases, and otherwise, just wear what they had. Boy oh boy, I had really neglected their needs. That was. I got a tingling feeling on my balls, and my doodle started sticking out more than usual. It felt nice too. I was still looking at the man peeing out of the corner of my eye as he stopped. And he started to jiggle his doddle with his fringer and thumb wrapped around the base. It was so big, like a fat sausage, it just kind of hung over his big finger and wobbled. I giggled a little bit when he wobbled it. It looked funny. I always just pulled my pants up.He must have noticed me giggle,. "She sniffed his chest. "Not bad at all," she grinned. "I'll survive for twenty minutes." What do you want to do this morning?" he asked. "We've got three and a half hours before the police are due. How about breakfast and then an hour's walk on the heath?" Is it black like its name because I don't want to get my shoes dirty?" No, you poop. Green, green grass." Oh, well that's all right. Let's."They did not linger not bothering with a cooked breakfast in order to leave room for the large lunch. Then suddenly the door opened and there was Maxwell Carter, a tall, dark and handsome brute of a man with long wavy black hair and steely blue eyes which bored right through a person. "Hello, Amy," he said pleasantly."Hello," she smiled shyly. "Just thought I'd come by to borrow a cup of sugar." She looked up at his grand, broad- shouldered form. He seemed to fill the whole foyer. Almost six- foot-three, at least, she thought with a pleasant and easy comparison of his mature and sensual.