What's your darkest secret?" Well, honestly, the chick that I like. I shouldn't like her. It's wrong of me, but, I'm evil, so what can I say." Who is ...he?" Dawn asked him out of curiosity.Spike looked down not sure if he was making a huge mistake or not, "You."Dawn's cheeks turned rose red. "Wanna know my secret?" she said."Sure, Bit." I like you, too," she told him. He knew he would regret this but it was so much in the moment that he couldn't just pass it up. He leaned toward her, and kissed. " Who Roger?" Those young fellows with painted bodies, the ones you called the marauders." Another long pause during which I wished I had the ability to read his mind. "We stayed around the square a little while after you left and then started back. I knew Sanle really wanted another session with me but after what Wyche said, was trying to wait as long as she could. We'd hardly left the square when we came across a group of those youths getting ready to go into the park. "What are you doing. About ten minutes later Bobby opened the door and walked past me (I don't think he even noticed me sitting there). Anyway I got up and went back into the bathroom locking the door behind me. When I turned around I found a second pair of Jill’s panties on the hamper right next to the purple pair. This time it was her florescent pink satin bikini panties (with spaghetti tie-stings on the side) with the ass saturated with cum! A ton of it!!I was fucking pissed off, and even hornier then before!. I really wished that fur could have told me the story of its life from running free to getting caught, skinned and linked together with its partners to form this outfit. Its fur in the neck was worn thin and dirty. I felt my cock grow even harder as I pressed the fur against my jeans. The reality of how many different guys wore, fucked or masturbated with this snowsuit was putting my fantasy world into over drive. I got undressed and tried it on. Caressing it I said I hope you like what your.