"Look. How about these?" She pulled out a drawer of panties. "I think this is your size. See what you think." She spread a few pretty garments across ...he counter.The woman gasped. "Wow, they're something! You have no idea what I've been wearing for the past 20 years, but I really think they're great." She picked up a pair of panties and examined the construction, felt the material. She held another pair up to the light from the window, shook her head in wonderment, then stepped to a mirror. Another nerve was touched and I felt my own organ swell up till it was hurting me it was so big as it swayed up and down to John’s movements behind me. My balls followed suit by swinging back and forth like a speeded up clock pendulum. My mind was boiling at all the different sensations that flowed through my body as John was fucking me, and found that I was even drooling at the mouth. I felt John’s fingers digging into my hips harder and his thrusting into me got faster and I knew he was on. I look amess. My tears have stained me makeup, my mini has ridden up my legs revealingthe lace of my half slip, the buttons on myblouse have burst open revealing my black bra. At this stage I release my handsrip my clothing to shreds and roughly masturbate to a shattering climax as themen rape and abuse me, Like you Sir this is all fantasy and I also wish for completesafety with no permanent harm, but I would just love for you to set me publichumiliating asks to perform, the more humiliating. They weren’t wealthy but they did manage all right. As a family, they continued to grow also, with the addition of a little boy, Robert Daniel, Bobby, a year after their marriage. Their girl, Megan, continued to grow up to become a lovely 11-year-old. She was truly and little doll, both figuratively and physically. She was petite and beautiful. Not many 11 year-old girls are truly beautiful, cute yes, sometimes attractive, but seldom beautiful. Megan was a “beautiful” girl. Maybe it is.