He always took greater care with Cissy's clothes than she did herself. He pulled the tights up and made sure the seams were straight. He put the blous... on and buttoned all of the distaff side pearly buttons, then he settled the skirt around his narrow hips. He looked at himself in his mirror and grinned. He twirled the skirt, loving the feeling of the tights and he thought the pink top looked particularly cute. Even more flat chested than Cissy, he thought, reaching up to tighten a roller.He. It’s just too simplistic.In a case like this the emotions come into play so much and, can be so overwhelming, that you just can’t find adjectives with enough strength to convey the true feelings; you become wrapped in them, penetrated and lanced by them as they carry you away. That was the ‘trip I was packing for.You also don’t think about the bottom getting too overworked during sex, do you? They just lay there and take it. I can tell you that, after a session like that, I was completely worn. She had the last dish on her exciting menu. She stood on her knees on the sofa and bent over pushing her ass up and at the same pointing her straightened feet up. This way, he appreciated her beautiful tan legs with the out-of-this-world ass at the same time in an amazing position.“But this way, it will take me more time. Hope you don’t mind,” she added after a pause. The shorts were so narrow and thin that he could probably see a silhouette of her lower lips: she clearly had no panties. "Cap'n wants to see you." He did not smile.The square jail building held three cells like mine and a office room of the same size. There sat the captain I had met the night before and Corporal Roberts, who stood beside him holding huge, hinged nippers, a blacksmith's tool."Well, I see you have stopped bleeding," said the captain, "and I hear someone brought you food. Mrs. Snyder's daughter or son was it? Perhaps we should visit her, eh. Imagine how she would look after a night with my regiment..