It was a little snug in the waistbut otherwise fit perfectly. Next I was told to lift one foot at a timeas my tennis shoes were removed and my feet bu...kled into a pair of redpumps. Then I was rotated around to view myself in the full-length mirrorand was stunned to see what a convincing girl I looked like.One of the girl said, "We need to do something about the hair on hislegs." Before I knew it I was sitting in a chair with the dress hiked upto mid thigh and one of the girls was running an. He dried his hair revealing his hairy armpits and the sight of him was almost too much, with his biceps bulging and all that sexy hair visible.“I’ve bought some massage oil, I thought I could practice on you” I said. He looked at me in a strange way, my heart was beating so hard, I thought he could hear it himself. “That sounds pretty good, when did you learn that” he replied and we went into the tent and my Dad lay face down on the sleeping mat, while I got out the oil. He was still naked. I feel her legs close instantly and trap my hand between her as I rub and press against her crotch. “Fuck me right here, right now, Officer.” "Ma'am, can you refrain from talking like that? Please watch your head as you enter the car."Finally, we made it to the precinct where I bring her into the interview room and remove the handcuffs."Is there anything I can get for you, miss, before we begin our questioning?"“Yes, you can. You can get me that big hard cock I felt as you were frisking me.”I. Aside from that, a personal opinion with so many superlatives might be roundly dismissed as hyperbole. It is a common human error to elevate what one finds beautiful to the ultimate standard of perfection. Understandable, intellectually shallow, but understandable. Nevertheless, where the beauty of this particular young girl’s body is the topic, hyperbole is simply unavoidable. More to the point, superlatives provide the only accurate measure, and they may yet fall short of the mark. For.