I can't prove it, but it sometimes feelslike my body fat has, in fact, redistributed itself to my hips and butt.This may be just a feeling though, or ...ishful thinking.In addition, I have been doing other things to my body to promotefemininity. E has put me on a diet, and I have lost a substantial amountof weight. I work out to keep fit and toned, but my muscle mass has beenreduced. I shave my legs and under my arms, and E takes me for waxingonce every couple of months. She insists that I. I am proficient at anal sex."Yvonne turned to her daughter, "Get the lubricant." She moved forward and began working on extracting me from my uniform, removing items and folding them. Turning to Nana, she asked, "Do you have a suggestion for lubricants?" Sarah stopped before the replicator and looked back."I find that commercial lubricants are ... lacking..." Nana replied, her eyes hooded. "I prefer natural things; melted butter -- just warm enough to be liquid." Sarah?" Yvonne queried."It's. She is about 5'8" and 115 pounds. She has the most perfect long blonde hair and amazing tanned legs. They are so long that I can imagine the way the would wrap around me. Of course she doesn't help my sexual frustration when she wears the tiniest shorts that just barely show her lower butt cheeks. This girl has got to be perfect. Over the last year I have spied on her while she watches T.V. on the couch with her legs spread open and her panties showing through the sides of her shorts. I knew. A quick wave of panic swept over her. The one thing she hated about living alone was just that, she was alone. Jillian opened a drawer and reached for a small knife. A bigger knife was lying next to it so she grabbed that instead. She didn’t think it was an intruder, but perhaps a flying branch that crashed in through her bedroom window, and it was very much possible what with the storm and all. Feeling better about her conclusion but still a bit shaken, Jillian warily walked up the stairs.