I hate to see grown men cry."The maids put on their gloves, which came up almost to their shoulders and then reached into the caldron for the scrubbin... rags. A hiss escaped from Stefan's lips as the liquid burned the dead skin from his flesh. Gregor didn't bother to withhold his displeasure and offered up many fanciful combinations of his favorite expletives."Close your eyes, deary," Stefan's torturer ordered, "You don't want to get this stuff in your eyes. Burn the orbs right out of your. "Jill Gets a MakeoverIn theory it was a good idea, but in practice Jill's execution left a great deal to be desired. In essence, Jill was a rotten fuck. Couple that with her average tits that already had some sag in them, her broad and less than firm ass, the ring of flab that circled her midsection and the fact that she didn't know what a razor was for, and you did not have a picture that excited most men. Add to that her mousy brown hair that was cut short, her lack of makeup and the plastic. An unexpected nervousness at returning to whathad been her home. But nothing was as it had been only a couple of weeksearlier.Kara turned off the engine and glanced across with a seemingly mirrorimage of that nervousness sitting just behind the confident fa?ade. "Well hon, we're home. I... um, it seems a little silly to talk about Ishould have, or whatever, I guess we have to go from here. Please, I'llget your bag just go inside and..." her voice trailed off as she realisedthat Sam no longer. Out in the country I once noticed that my tie front blouse had come undone and my breasts were getting tanned. The blouse was so thin that I couldn’t feel the difference.I was really enjoying riding around with my legs open and the breeze massaging my pussy. When I did get off outside a little supermarket there was a big wet patch on the seat. The vibrations were causing me to produce lubrication faster than the breeze could dry it.After I’d bought some bread and an ice-cream I sat on the road.