Still, the agent made a point of occasionally rubbing her butt. Could it be there was still some soreness there from her recent bare affair?The Browns...one:Carrie was at her most comfortable when she was hanging out showing her butt encased in a pair of her soft blue jeans. Usually she wore jewel toned panties underneath with a visible panty line displayed across her bottom. That sight was not lost on Allison, a secret agent too like her who felt the visible panty line was unladylike and worth. . Ronnie knocked on my door twenty minutes after dropping me off. I thought she said she would be busy for a while.GUN! She wore a shoulder holster with a monster sized handgun, combat boots and the same jeans as earlier along with a different thick black short sleeved shirt carrying a tote and purse.She did not look happy.“Are you okay?” I asked letting Ronnie in.“I need to run an errand; would you mind coming along? I would feel better. Please,” she added for the extra push.“Okay. Are you. He was ready to start with the tickling again, and she was never one to back down from a good fight. ‘Never!’ she shot back. Tensing up her body, she was ready for the new attack. Nathan rolled, and because she was holding his hands, she rolled with him. Now that his arms weren’t having to support his weight, he grabbed onto her sides again. Nathan had pulled her on top of his body as he continued to tickle her madly. Charlie fought and strained until she was sitting on his hips. Charlie was. Karen had grown through adolescents as a beautiful young girl and becomea woman, and as her body had developed, so had her ideas about her looksevolved. Her body and appearance had taught her the need to love herself.Her own sexual explorations were varied across the spectrum of men andwomen, and she had questioned whether sleeping with women was non-normal,only to realize the silliness of that. After reading Naomi Wolf's book,Karen had killed off her feels of strangeness, as an attractive.