When I was in the car rog ranup to the car and said I left my tennis bag which he brought. While Iexit the car remembering to get out properly I put t...e bag in the bootwhile rog spoke to mom. Got back in as he opened the door for me.Well mom was taken aback by rog and said he was very nice.When we got home said we must go back to buy some bread and milk asshop was nearby. We parked a little away from shop as I did not wantanyone to see me. Mom said I must go and gave me her handbag and saidshe. Because she thought she owned my husband. The gall of the hussy. “There tent is...”A sob escaped her, ragged and full of pain. Her shoulders shook. Her wet hair curtained around her face, hiding her expression as she sobbed again. Then a keening wail rose from her throat, so full of pain and loss.I bit my lip. Her husband had died today.“Adelaide,” Chaun said, his voice gentle. He sat up, glancing at me.I sighed, nodding my head.Chaun moved to the Princess, grabbing her shoulders and lifting. They have been seeing to it that she isgetting lots of practice up on Ballet toe boots. And helping train herarms with the goal of eventually having her able to have her arms behindher back with her forearms mashed together from wrist to elbow.In the first story of this series "CharlotteInStitches" you see how shehas been sewn up such that her penis is forever stitched up to hergroin. This will give her the female flat appearance that will allowher to pass, even with minimal or no crotch. A peine celle-ci ? terre, le loup arracha la chemise pour d?nuder entierement la pauvre fille.Elle n'osait fuire, nue, ses mains sur ses seins, ses magnifiques fesses rondes livr?es au regard du loup.- D?sol? ma fille ! il faut que je v?rifie que tu ne m'as pas menti !--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------AVERTISSEMENT DE L'AUTEUR : LA SCENE DECRITE CI-DESSOUS PEUT HEURTER LA SENSIBILITE DE CERTAINS. IL VOUS SUFFIT DE PASSER A LA MARQUE DE REPRISE.