She picked up the brush she had carefully packed into her bag with her and brushed her hair till it was shimmering. Even out in the woods she groomed ...astidiously. Though the rest of us bore the dirt smudges and rustled hair that we'd picked up on our three days in the bush, she had made a point of getting herself up early; she liked being clean. Her bare feet landed gingerly on the ground as she slid down from the hood and tiptoed over to her bag. It was small and compact, but more tightly. I am just as easily turned on by a skinny girl with a very boyish figure and almost non-existent breasts as I am by a pumped up bimbo with huge fake tits and a thick ass. As I go about my daily life I am much more inclined to pay attention to every woman I see not just those I perceive as being very pretty. I believe pornography has enabled me to have a much more mature outlook on females and female sexuality. If I were 20 years old now I would definitely experiment sexually with a much wider. Let's go." He walked her down the hallway to the bathroom and just as they reached the door, he stopped. "What time is it Princess?" Time me for me to pee Daddy," she squirmed, now with the beginning of tears of frustration in her pretty green eyes."You're right Angel," he smiled. And then, as if on cue, someone knocked on the door and they both turned to look. "Uh oh, let's see who's here and then I'll let you pee. I promise you." Daddy!" But it was no use. Daddy took her by the hand and half. Try me?”“Carol, are you ready for your audition for Belle?”“What, Rann ... oh, I get it.” She giggled.“Song number 6, Maurice.” I threw him the score and he feverishly turned the page to number 6, and said, “You want 50, or 200 pieces behind her for this, Randall?”“Fifty will do,” I said turning to Carol. “You know this entire score already, right honey?”“Yes, you’re going to have me sing the Belle Reprise, correct?”“Smart and Beautiful, don’t you agree, Maurice?”“Yeah, Randall ... she’s got it.