.?"I sighed as Amanda pursed her gigantic lips at me. There was no doubtthat I was afraid of what she would do, but she nodded at me. "Well sirwe have...a bit of a misunderstanding right now...?"He motioned for me to continue on. "About?" Well... my name is Stacy, and I should have made certain you knew...but I'm one of the rare boy Stacy's."He laughed. "You're a boy named Stacy? I've never heard of a boy beingnamed Stacy?" My Great-Grandfather was named Stacy along with quite a few other. “Good,” Dexter said.Samantha asked, “How about swimming?”That question gave Dexter a little pause. He knew how to swim, but it was an awkward form of swimming at best. Janet had described it as a cross between dog paddling, and the breaststroke. He wasn’t fast, but he didn’t drown. He had always figured that not drowning was the important thing, when it came to being in water over his head.“I’d feel foolish,” Dexter said.“Why?”“I’m not a very good swimmer,” Dexter answered. He looked at the. When she nodded, he continued, “Sort of like those, but for women.”“But why do you wear them?”Another good question, but one he had a quick answer for. He grinned and said, “So Little Tony doesn’t get caught in my zipper. Very unpleasant!”She smiled and replied, “I don’t have that problem, Master.”Tony didn’t have a good answer to that, so he pulled a pair of khaki cargo shorts out of a drawer in the dresser. “Here, try these on. They might not fit, but you can use a belt if you need to.”. We stepped in and I shut the door behind us.“Oh, that feels so good,” Catherine said as she huddled under the shower. I was behind her, admiring the way her marvelous shape flowed from her raven-black hair that hung down to the middle of her back. Her smooth skin going from her shoulders down her arms and back to her waist, then flaring out again to her hips and the little indentations right above her ass, around its smooth curve to her legs, knees, and finally down to her little feet. I shook.