I made it for the obligatory TV shows and interviews the day before the Truck race, having barely returned from searching for a kidnapped girl late th... night before. Fortunately, we found her before anything bad happened to her. I can’t say that nothing bad happened to the kidnapper. When he turned his hunting rifle towards the FBI agents, he met a fusillade of bullets. Among them was one of my .50 caliber anti-sniper rounds that pierced the vest he mistakenly thought would protect. In the end, she decided to wait, and so she slowly cemented her place as a social outcast. To say that she grew up to become a sexually frustrated teenager, is like saying that Ron Jeremy has a dick that isn't small. A massive understatement if ever there was one. Sex was just about all she ever thought about, and she was already worried that she might be turning into a monster. A sex monster. By the time she turned fifteen, she was wound just about tight enough to snap. She was already. So before I put on the tennis shoes, I want to see someheels first. So I just grabbed a pair and walked over to the bed toslip them on. I grab a pair of these 3.5" heels that were all white andwere opened top. I slipped them on my feet with no problem. Just likedthe pants, they fit like a glove. I walked over to the full lengthmirror and just like the pantyhose did for my legs yesterday, the jeanswere doing for them today. Making my legs look long and great looking.Added with the heels... sexy. She came closer to look us over. I felt rather embarrassed being slightly out of shape and Tyrone being quite slim but muscular. I felt it more so when she ran her hand over his defined abs with a smile on her face. She then stood back and said turning to me "Now for the serious stuff.Remove your underpants" I hesitated before slowly removing my boxer shorts revealing my now limp 3 inch penis that rested on my scrotum. The shock of the situation had clearly taken a toll. Holly's hand went to.