Where they had a proper fitter.And shopping you might ask. Truth to tell I am one of a tiny minority of blokes, well, possibly just me, who actually e...joy taking a woman shopping, it's about the only good thing my ex-wife found to say about me. So there was a motive, other than the obvious one that the girl had nothing to wear and seemed incapable of creating anything other than to reproduce what she already had, added to which she had little or no concept of underwear, well none at all really.. This evening Christian Crusader was on the trail of his arch-nemesis: the Harridan. The wicked witch had set up her pernicious operations again in a disused factory out by the waterfront. Christian Crusader felt it was his sworn duty to prevent the good young girls of Sticksville from being forced into a life of vice and to protect the good folk of Sticksville from gambling away their immortal souls.Christian Crusader also had special reason to be excited tonight. Sticksville wasn't exactly the. This is surprising, but not the end of the world, dear one. Jennifer, we are not prudes. I will tell you a story, never to be shared, please.” Jennifer nodded. “Raymond and I fell in love with our children’s nanny. She was our lover for a couple of years, then fell in love with a woman downtown. She loved us, but was not in love with us, but let us be in love with her. It hurt when she left, but the girls started school and she was happy, so we let her go, with tears, yes, but we were happy. “OK, I have my dick out.” The girls looked at each other, amazed!“Stroke it Kevin, stroke your cock for me,” Stacy encouraged. “Oh, I wish I was there jacking you off and sucking your cock. I want you so bad, Kevin; I want your cock in my mouth, in my pussy…in my ass”“Shit! I’m so fucking hard right now.” They could hear him starting to breathe harder.“Mmmm. I wish I could see it, Kevin. My pussy is so wet. My hot little pussy wants your cock.”“I’m going to fuck you so hard!” “Jack it Kevin,.