I shortened them to within an inch of my crotch, and then ripped up the sides about two inches. This left a lot of empty space in the crotch. I ripped...the sides up the crotch, too, and then looked in the mirror. There wasn’t a way that I could stand that my balls weren’t showing, and in some positions, my hardening cock poked through the sides. I loved it. I loved it so much, I let my dick poke out and jacked off while I stood in front of the mirror. Now, I thought, how the hell do. “Yes, I thought you would. I spent the evening reading the stories. Quite good, really. I was wondering who in the office had written them. The funny thing is that several of them were posted on the site during working hours. So I spent a couple of evenings looking through the computers of the women working here, it was obviously a woman, and sure enough, I found one of the stories in the trash file on your computer. Careless of you, don’t you think?”Her hands were clenched in her lap, her face. I'll be fucked. Lesley me little slut...I was thinking ya mother was the biggest tramp I'd seen....but you take the fucking biscuit.....a FUCKING CLIT RING. Heeheehee. "Lesley thought....'fucking die you old pig, PLEASE DIE'. Her nipples still hard as nails. "These smell lovely. Sexy Lesley. I can smell ya pussy. Mmmmmm. Lovely. Now there's only one thing better that the smell of pussy....do you know what it is Lesley!!!?" He was still staring at her smooth lips. She knew what was coming and. She’d recently discovered that, during a bath or shower, there were some places on her body that felt really good to wash, but she hadn’t thought out what to do about that, except maybe wash a little longer than was really necessary to get clean.So, Maggie was looking forward to going to the farm for some reasons, and nervous about going to the farm for others. In other words, she had more in common with other teens her age than she thought. She was confused and unsure of herself.Bob was taking.