She slid down off her trolley and tried walking. Then turned and spoke. ?My botty feew fuw. Wike I wan-, I dunno.? ?Dass de pwug,? I expla...ned. ?Yow juss- feew wike you wanna go whoopsies. I wemember dis feewing- before my botty needed nappies.? Pauline had always worn nappies so she had never known what it was like to ?want to go?. The full sensation in her rectum was a completely new sensation to her. She stopped walking and stood thoughtfully as she tried to experiment. "You really stepped in it with that line."Sam gave me the information about Beverly. She was married but separated from her husband Jerry, although not legally and was trying to get a divorce. Jerry had been verbally abusive for over a year and even hit her a couple of times. That's when she left him, took back her maiden name, and moved back in with her parents.Apparently Jerry was fighting the divorce tooth and nail and doing everything he could to postpone it. Beverly's father and two. This report has been confirmed by eyewitnesses of his booty inspections, whoa t the time period are known to have made statements to the effect that "The booty inspector aint no Robbah. Why, he's just a horny ol' man who gets his jollies inspectin the fine ass of our here womenfolk of the Old West....and you know what, I don't blame him! What with all the canoodlin' and friskin' and go-abouts in these here saloons a man couldn't help but be driven to a life of booty. As we spoke to others and engaged in occasional conversation, your hand would squeeze mine, telling me your excitement level was rollercoastering up and down, though I kept my hands away from the intensity controls.The photo exhibition did not disappoint. Strolling through the gallery, we stopped to admire the numerous works of the artist. The portraits were creative and led us into deep discussions -- sometimes just you and me and sometimes with others -- about the talents of the artist and.