"You find her somepretty fabric for her dress, ok?" Rose?" Red Wing prompted her. "Did you thank Dad for your Doll?" Thank you Daddy," she hugged him....Thanks for making her smile again Dad," You're welcome Son," he replied. And I could see the tears threatening toburst forth."Is there enough material left from when you made my dress Mommy?" Yes there is Honey" I smiled happily at Tim.I helped her thread the needle then cut out the crude shapes to sewtogether. Then we sat and made three dresses. He's that mysterious guy, you just want to find out more about but you scared of him. He slices through the nobodies. Almost every woman's head is turned. He buys a beer and gulps. The mood is changing, slowly the fun guys and dancing woman feel it to. 'HEY!! IDIOT! We don't like hero's in our pub' 'yeah.. Why don't you crawl back to your Mama's closet and try on some of her granny pantries you mother fucker!!!'.And the guys and he's friends burst out in laughter. Leni slightly moved he's head. There really wasn't anyone else I'd want to do it with. And, I wouldn't want her to do it with some other girl either."I think we need to try it first, not just go in front of a camera."Mace nodded. "Ok, yeah. Practice makes perfect and all. Tonight, we'll try it." I was trying to settle it in my mind, decide if it would gross me out or be fun. I wanted it to be fun. But, it was Macie. My sister. It was both erotic weird at the same time. I realized she was grinning at me."What?" I asked. Mister Smith was an overly-sexed middle-aged banker with a fetish for young girls and anal delights.His wife was a normal well-behaved spouse with a naïve attitude to sexual matters and she preferred not to engage in any oral or anal foolishness if it could possibly be avoided at all times.Of course, she had her special fetishes and fantasies and she relied on her husband to make them come to fruition at those times when “a girl has got to have it”.Her spouse had given up on trying persuading.