She turned a little more and asked me to get her left arm and armpit. She had turned enough so that I had a nice view of her left boob, water streamin... off the tip of the nipple. I groaned softly, but my mum did not seem to notice. That dark nipple was so firm and jutted out from her pale breast that I was so tempted to touch it. Mum did not say anything and turned to rinse off and then shut off the shower. I stepped away from the shower. "Be a darling and pass me a towel," she said before I. Now, the actual wandering along part worked well, but every time we broke camp, they'd leave stuff behind and I'd have to run a crew of men to grab cooking pots, skillets, tents, furs, robes, clothes, bedrolls, food, and sometimes even spouses. It was amazing.How do you discipline them? I couldn't bring myself to just shoot the worst ones. It might have been more effective though. The worst punishment I could deal with was leaving one or two of them at the outposts. Mostly, all I could really. Ok.Me: Should I post a shirtless pic on Instagram?Didi: Yes, why not? You can.I took off my shirt and started giving different poses.Didi: Looks like you did a good work out in the gym.Me: I don’t go to the gym. I am a martial arts follower.Didi: It’s the same.Me: No. It’s not the same.Me: My biceps have grown bigger, haven’t they?Didi: No, it’s the same.Me: Touch it.Didi (laughingly): Isssh.I then went near my didi and insisted that she touch me. She touched my bicep with one finger.Me: Touch. She waited while Michael selected a dresser that he liked and put it in the cart that he had just brought. When he was done she told him that she needed to go back to where he got the panties. Figuring she was going to argue about something, he asked, For what? I need some new bras and a few pairs of stockings, she told him. Alright, lets go look, I like bras and stockings, he said with a wink. They went over and together they looked at bras. She thought with a smile that she really liked.