.) my feminine self. After all, sewing is the quintessential feminine activity. Soft fabrics, lace, needles, delicate stitching, ribbons and loving cr...ftsmanship. (Sorry - the politically correct haven't come up with a gender neutral version of the word and I refuse to use such an unlikely construction as craftspersonship.) The local fabric store cooperated by having as sale on some of that lovely, shiny silky fabric that real men never, never wear, not even while eating quiche. So with pattern. " What do you want me to do with the girl?" After we get the money, get rid of her. I don't care how you do it, dumpher off some where or kill her, it's up to you." I'll call the guys and we'll be on a plane before nine tonight." * * *Sofia might have been attending school with me, but she wasn't doing thework I had to do in class. She spent most of her time reading novels inthe back of the class. All the other students knew she was protecting. As soon as i hit her G-spot she suddenly came…then i started fingering and she started moaning wildly and jumping in excitement..after about half an hour i inserted my second hand’s finger in her ass and resumed finger fucking both her ass and pussy..I finger-fucked her pussy and asshole simultaneously for next half hour and she came twice…after this she was all exhausted so she pulled me up rolled me and slept over me..In the entire session she had came 9 times..After half an hour of resting. . I mean... how do you put one on?"She laughed, and helped him get into the bra. She had worn a bra since her first signs of her breasts swelling. 'Booblets' she called them. She remembered being so proud to wear a training bra. It had meant that she was a 'big girl', and it made her feel so grown up. Wearing one had become automatic, and almost a chore. She had forgotten how clumsy she had been at first, learning how to fasten the clasps in back. "I do this so often, I forgot how hard it was.