I felt her hands on my head, I stopped and looked up, “you don’t need to if you’d rather not,” she said. “I won’t if you don’t want me t..., but I love starting this way if you don’t mind.” I said as I waited for her response.She parted her legs and moved a hand down covering her bald pussy and as she pulled her hands up she parted her labia letting me see her dark pink smoothness that glistened with her arousal. I read it as an open invitation and kissed her fingers on each side of her slit and. Cartwright said it made the blue in my eyes 'pop' ... Whatever that means.I was wearing black heels too! Why would my sister bring her high heel shoes camping? I mean, they weren't really high heels, only like one inch or something, but still ... She was so retarded sometimes! I wanted to wear my old shoes, but they were soaked and full of mud and Mr. Cartwright said no Girl Scout in her right mind would wear my ugly shoes."Well, you sure don't look like a Timmy anymore. Do you?" Mr. Cartwright. “Oh, don’t remind me.”“But here we are,” I said quietly, leaning toward her slightly for emphasis.“If you’re a shyster, Thomas Jackson, I will make sure you regret it.”“Shyster or not,” I said with a grin, “I’m not going to leave you,” my grin vanished, “unless you ask me to leave. I won’t force myself on you in any way. Not physically, not emotionally, and not financially. And, I will do my level best to get you where you need to go.”Sharon sat quietly for a moment. “I hear you, Thomas, and I. He knew that with Keebler and Trink doing the carting, it would take them a while to arrive, he sat back with his tea and thought over the developments of the last few days.Between Trink's muttering about early mornings, Keebler's happy ramblings and Bitsy trying to keep the two moving, it did take quite a while to arrive at the oak tree. Trink looked it over from the outside, he looked it over from the inside, he even made Keebler climb the tree and make sure all the larger branches were good.