No matter the angle or shape of her hand, it refused to budge!Turning over so her stomach was lying on the surface of the stump, and with her legs fir...ly on the floor, Ann attempted to lever her hand out with a little more force. As she tried, her right hand accidently slipped into the other hole and instantly became stuck. She thought to herself how ridiculous she must look, bent over a tree stump with her hands stuck in two holes. More embarrassingly, she noticed her skirt had ridden up to. I always thought that she could win a wet T-shirt contest but she never would enter.Then our two daughters would go for walks with us. It was fun from the time that they could walk up until they started growing tits about ten or eleven when they became self-conscious.Surprisingly a year or two later they started joining us again on those warm summer evenings. I was pretty sure that my wife had a talk with them about our family wet T-shirt contests. Anyway things got much nicer.When our oldest. Suddenly, the raft that Myre and Leya had built appeared on top of her hands. However, the coin that they had placed in it was missing. “Our raft!” Myre said excitedly. “You heard our plea!”“Not exactly,” Tillian replied. “I knew who had made it, but not what your request is. Now tell me, what is your desire?”“Well,” Myre started. “You kind of helped us with it. I don’t want to be married to Prince Toler.”“Would you say that I’ve fulfilled your wish then?” Tillian asked. The raft vanished from. He was getting better with his stamina as he managed to last all of 5 minutes this time. I worked his shaft for a couple more minutes just practicing and we both decided we needed to get some rest so I retired by his side for a little shut eye. Saturday morning came way too soon. As I awoke I realized that Jason and I had slept in that morning which wasn’t anything new. He only has a twin bed so needless to say we were quite close. Then I realized that neither of us had put on any.