This particular Saturday was nothing too different and once I was up and showered, I took out my special box. Today I took out a white silk padded bra...and tight hold up silk panties. I love how the shiny material felt against my naked skin. I never really liked the idea of shaving my legs so I enjoyed nothing more than pulling on a pair of thick 90d black, Lycra tights or pantyhose as you Americans like to call them. I really loved how the soft material felt as my legs rubbed against each. The 'chuckwagon' as Ruth's truck came to be called, was popular not only for the food, but for the shade Ruth provided for those whose turn it was to eat. Even past its summer prime, the Mojave Desert still packed a pretty good punch, and we were more than a little relieved to hit the westward slope of the Sierra Nevada on the way to Bakersfield.We had a short skirmish with a small group of scavengers outside Bakersfield. They thought they could slip into our camp while we were refilling our. " I've always liked it." He stroked her arm. "You know -- you're a large person, Abrielle." Tell me something I don't know." I think sometimes big folks are expected somehow to be stronger ... tougher ... more stoic -- emotionally as well as physically. I think the feelings you have are perfectly understandable; and they would be no matter how petite or plus-sized you happened to be. I'll admit I fell into that same thought pattern -- that somehow you should just tough it out. I'm sorry for. He finally managed to get up my nylons and in his rage dragged me to the place where he was fishing leaving my t-shirt and hoodie back in the forest.Then he realized one of his fishing rods was gone. A large fish probably bit and dragged it into the water. He was really angry now and wanted revenge. He led me to a tree and made me hug it. On the other side he tied my arms with a piece of a rope. I could feel the wet moss and tree bark pressing against my tits, nipples, and skin.He then lowered.