Chosen for the days outing was a small, pleated mini skirt of red and black leather, with matching studded leather bra-top, knee-high, red-vinyl platf...rm boots and a pair of studded red and black leather wrist-cuffs. Somehow, she had forgotten to put her panties back on....When she sat down in the living room to talk with Lynn again, it was obvious to Lynn that Lisa’s panties were missing, as the skirt was so wonderfully tiny.“Better?” she asked.“Absolutely, but you seem to have forgotten your. We'd never told Dad that we had heard from people at school that Father Christmas didn't exist; when at the tender age of twelve we had asked Mum if the rumour was true, she said that Dad did still believe in him, and it would upset Dad if we let on that he wasn't real.Mum finished her tea and had first go in the bathroom; by the time the rest of us got downstairs there was a pork pie on the table to go with our toast. Mum's parents always had the tradition of eating pork pie for breakfast on. "OH, MY GOD, IT COULDN'T BE," she groaned as realized what he was insinuating.No wonder her son's gigantic penis had looked vaguely familiar that morning.Feeling her knees start to buckle, she stumbled back against the wall and leaned against it to keep from falling."God, MOM, I'm sorry," Justin apologized profusely, not knowing what to do or say, "I thought your note meant, uh, meant that you knew." Knew what?" she fearfully asked, not wanting to hear what she knew he was going to say and. . the hits just keep on cumming. I've learned to strip down before readingany of your stories but come on. I came three times before I finished the firstchapter. Looks like I'll need to bring a towel from now on. * Blushes as shemops the puddle from the chair*(10/10) Reviewer: Dapper Dan (Edit) Rating 10 July 8 2005 Eat your heart out J.R.R. Tolkien, This is the story he could have writtenif he had more guts and a better imagination. Have a hard time getting aroundthe consensual bit but.