"Please don't be angry with Me,Sir. You know how much Branwen has been acting up lately. Why,just this morning she threatened to run away! All because...I made her eat the oatmeal I had prepared for breakfast!" Brittany was wringing her hands while pressing her skinny,knock kneed legs together. I could tell that she was genuinely worried for my daughter,and her concern touched me.Unfortunately,her concern only fed my growing fear. The knowledge that our closest neighbor lived over two miles. "So why didyou call me?"Santa rose and stomped across the floor, cringing at how thebreasts bounced and swayed despite the bra. She crossed herarms, cringing at how the boobs got in her way. Not realizing whatthe result was, she force them up out of the way, emphasizing thevery generous cleavage displayed in the demi-bra. "Now lookhere," she said sternly, "I have a lot of work to do tonight, and I'mstuck like this for another five or six hours until I change back."She sighed again. "And if. “Geesh!” I allowed, my find unspoken. His swimsuit had somewhat held it down, but what he was now wearing allowed it more angle.After a moment of fishing for how to reply, he selected his excuse. “It just happens.”“Because you’re a boy,” I agreed, pleased at having him on the defensive, closing my hand around it to make my point.“Because you’re goosing me.”“Fair’s fair” moving to where I could better feel. Secrets are few, here in a boathouse.Kathy’s mom caught her playing with Jeff’s and she. ” “All this military posturing is so fucking pathetic.” Yavara sighed, “Why does everything between men have to be a dick-measuring contest?” “If that’s how wars were decided, we would’ve already won.” She smirked over her shoulder at me. “Are you so sure about that?” “Line me up shaft-to-shaft against any elf.” “There’s a very fine line between machismo and flagrant homosexuality, and you walk it precariously, Brock.” I grabbed her leather-clad ass, and pushed my middle finger into her crack..