Adopt an EVEN more daunted expression. These expressions only work correctly if the degree of daunt exceeds 80%. Have a cigarette. Coffee optional. Fe...ch the toolbox and open it. Remove the terminals from the battery and lift the battery off. Take the car battery indoors and put on charge. Swear when you realise that a 13mm spanner is to big….. the 11mm spanner is too small and you don’t have a 12mm spanner. Swear again… whilst smoking another cigarette. Pop next door and borrow summat to turn. Then as the approaching day for me to leave for my years of indentured servitude to the corporate machine I managed it. I slipped my bonds. Yeah, I ‘snuck’ out the house while grounded. My computer had shown me where I wanted to be at. A little bar nearby had a blues night. I took a cab, I flagged down, to the place and stood outside just listening. They wouldn’t let me in because I was too young to drink. I fooled them though. I drank music that night, and I drank it for free. It was well past. 'Grateful' is an understatement. She took the t-shirt and put it on top of the dryer. She lowered herself to the ground and squatted. She pulled my pants open and stroked my cock, looking into my eyes with apologizes.I'm not sure, but I still think that this was the first time she had ever taken a cock into her mouth. She took my head in and licked the helmet, her eyes still staring up into mine. I ran my fingers into her hair as she worked her way down. It was a gentle blowjob. Gwen. I just loved it for some reason. It was all I could think about! As I got older I started wearing my Mom’s stuff too. Everything! I knew it was crazy but I just couldn’t stop! Panties, bras, nightgowns, stockings, skirts, blouses, dresses, even her heels! They never actually caught me but I’m sure they knew. As I got older, I started fantasizing about having someone dress me up. Usually against my will! Is that crazy or what?” “Darling, you’ve been to my website, and heard my stories right? I.