And today was going to be the day that I'd finally meet my fantasy girl. With the 7,000 clothespins up on the lines the wind was howling. Now I just n...eded to put 10 clothespins on my penis and wait and wait and wait and wait and wait and wait and WAIT! After waiting for 7 hours I was about take down all the clothespins when I heard a voice say how did you get those 10 clothespins on your dick. As I turned my head to reply I could not believe my eyes it was Clothespin Girl Superhero. Her body. She was a real fashionista back in the 1950s to 1970s, always very elegant and very sexy.The inevitable happened and one day my sister caught me. I was wearing some of Mother's clothes, with a lovely slim fitting skirt pulled up above her panties and stockings and my cock so hard in my hand, midway through a delicious wank.My sister didn't say a thing, simply walked out for a few minutes, came back with some tissues and told me n ot to stain the skirt.I'll tell what happened next another time. You ask about his car and he promises to let you drive it. Talking quietly and laughing sporadically, your heart you chat the time away and the morning fades into afternoon. On your couch, you both sit in amazement, looking at the clock on the wall. ‘Where did THAT morning go’ he laughs. He turns to you and tells you in a soft and quiet voice that he usually doesn’t move so brashly or so fast, but that you struck an unknown chord in his soul. He asks if he might spend the day with you, and. I was never very interested in what people had to say to each other, even my Master when he would speak with Joe, it wasn't something I paid very much attention to. Not the words at least. I listened more to the tone of his voice and his posture, the look in his eyes. Those were the things that told me all I needed to know, and as I lifted my head from the bowl, licking my lips, I glanced at the two boys and they were easy enough to understand. They were males and I'm a female and there was an.