So it wasn't like I would ever FORBID her from hanging around Brendan, even if I really, really didn't want her hanging with him. He was bad, bad news... I couldn't forbid her, but maybe I could get her to see my way."Cassie, I'm ... I'm your boyfriend, right?" I asked, unsure of how to frame my position.I was parked by now. Cassie was silently looking out the windshield. The corners of her mouth tugged up, which made me raise an eyebrow. I turned the car off, and to my surprise, Cassie leaned. The remaining wagons would be arranged in an arc as a second line of defense behind the first arc, keeping about 20 feet of separation between the two arcs. This would leave plenty of fighting room for the defenders but not much room for any riders who might break through the first arc.Jeff and Hal approved of the plan, so a meeting was called of all of the members of the wagon train for immediately after lunch. The plan would be explained then and specific jobs assigned. There was some. That was fine, because I was anxious to cruise around some, see the sights, meet the people, and generally live the life of a beach bum for a few months. I was tired, mentally beaten up, and emotionally hurting. Staying busy seeing Florida was as good a way to get over it as anything else and much nicer weather wise.As Carl I hated golf, so that was out. As Brian I hadn't had time to develop hobbies, so everything was on the table, but nothing jumped out at me. One thing was certain to me. I. It was a sea of dark nylon softness. Over the years I had created things to feel nicest, keeping my Willy hard for longest, laying on the bed all dressed rubbing myself against this sheer blanket with my ffnylon legs rubbing, my ffnylon clad arms, my ffnylon sheathed head (Truly, I kinked very early) and my erection feeling so naughty. My outfit this day was mother’s satin panelled black obg 6 sus, mother’s sheer nylon coffee pantys, Aunty Sheilas Coffee ffnylons, her slingbacks, mother’s sheer.