The coach didn’t supervise showers for sports teams; after football practice there were fifty of us using the shower. No one had a cock as small as ...ine. I took a lot of crap about it, too, but after I kicked one particular asshole in the balls the conversation was mostly kidding. Some of my “friends” made sure that the girls knew, however. A couple of them, when I asked them out, said no because I was “too small.”…It was less of a problem in college. A couple of girls that I dated noted that I. "Okay," I sighed, still giggling. "You win. You win." Not yet," my father corrected, "But I will."With that, with nothing more than that, he caught hold of the free end of my dupatta and tugged it off. Apparently, he knew not his own power and ended up tearing my blouse off, thanks to the bobby pin I had used to secure the swaying pallu. Mom never stopped laughing, not even after Dad had bared me down to my bra, which, for the record, was unfortunately the naughtiest one I had ever worn - it. I was really proud to enter my cock size as nine inches into the software; I might have exaggerated just a little bit. Though, the maximum was eighteen inches; I found myself wondering how the software developers actually arrived at the maximum figure. I then had to prepare certain parts of Vanessa with the supplied tube of KY creams and liquids. The on-screen instructions then told me that I was ready to experience Vanessa. I would need to get myself ready, place the instruments on my body. The galley kitchen would never do since it was just outside the door and I also need all the space in there for food preparation.I stored my clean clothes in the living room. In order to do that I had a false four foot high wall made from almost clear shoe boxes. Above it there was an open clothes bar for my handing things. My thermal gear was kept in a big box by the galley door.I replaced the lightweight tee with one almost like it. It was warm without being uncomfortable. My panties were.