So I go straight to the women's underwear section. I get some interesting looks sometimes, for sure. I prefer satiny feeling panties, but am not oppos...d to other styles. I will be rubbing the fabric between my fingers to see how they feel as I walk down the aisle. Make no mistake, onlookers... I am not panty shopping for my girlfriend. These babies are for big daddy.Once I get a few I like, I make my way to the register. If the young chick has a line and some old hag is open, I act like I'm. ”“Scott McKendry Sr. gave me money to replace my clothes and books, but I didn’t sign anything. I’m still recovering financially from that episode, and I think he needs to pay me some money to make sure I get through Law School.”Denise said, “I’d love to take your case, but the school may not like that I would assist a plaintiff against their golden boy.”I told her, “He may not be their golden boy any longer. He has been suspended at this point because he’s in is jail for attempted murder. The. The seeds in her hair barely felt at all. She collapsed down on the floor clutching her stung pussy. Crying in anger and pain she looked up and took aim.“No, No. I didn't do it. Your power nimbus activated the seeds,” Megaburst squealed. In fact she believed him, but she did not let him know. She just smiled as he ran towards the door in panic, his costume still open and his member hanging free dangling for all to see.When he was gone she struggled up and went searching for the bathroom. She so. He knocked on the side door. After about 10 seconds, a short pudgy Italian looking man opened the door. He looked me up and down, and smiled lustfully. He led us inside. He was comically short, I’m sure he couldn’t have been taller than 5 feet. He was as round as he was tall, and have greasy black hair. He looked like the type to own a place like this. He led us into his small, dingy back office. He invited me and Mr. Wilson to sit down. Mr. Wilson quickly interjected, assuring that I would.