I'd steer 123 degrees off north and pay close attention to Rattlesnake Island. We'll miss Sister to starboard but 123 would rack us up on this ... bum... ... can't call it a reef ... a reef is coral."David looked at the chart and the compass, He stepped out and hollered at Twin on the helm, "Steer 123 degrees, Twin." He stepped back to the chart table. "What else?" We've been sailing heading into the wind so 123 degrees will be just past close hauled. The Sails will work better ... transmit more. Finally it hung in golden brown waves, almost but not quite straight.Clara had been giving me the most wonderful pedicure as Anita helped with my hair. It felt wonderful! Next Clara moved to my nails, following the pedicure with a wonderful manicure.Looking down I noticed my red toenails and matching red fingernails. Whore red, I thought.Next, makeup. I have a nice complexion; a little foundation and blush and eye shadow and I looked nice. Anita applied the finishing touch, doing my lips with. My mom had to separate the two of them.Katie knelt on the ground with her legs apart enough that I could finally see in between her thin, pussy lips. There was an entire world of pink folds and wrinkles inside the vault doors of her vagina that I could only assume were made of delicious strawberry taffy.“Do I have to sit that way?” Erica looked down at the administrator of the NIS program. Katie was sitting up with her shoulders back, and boobs were jutting out proudly.“I just want to be polite. They couldsay one last prayer for me and move on. That is what those Amish parentsdid who chose to exclude their own flesh and blood.But my father came to the city. I was not sure why he was coming. Was hejust wanting to confirm the truth? Did he intend to drag me back? Or washe just wanting to hear my story from my own mouth? He must have given mymother one of those explanations or all of them, but that is not why hecame to the city, and why he came to stay with me.It turned out that my.