" Sure sweetie," I panted as I finished the last rep of a bicep set, "I've been hoping you'd want to try it. Weight training's good for everyone, even...for young fit girls," I explained as I walked over to her, sweat glistening on my engorged muscles."Mon dieu [My God], your strong Uncle Peter,... I didn't know... your chest, your arms," she stammered, as her eyes roamed over my heaving body."Let me see you," I said, placing a hand on each shoulder and then moving them over her back and arms and. It was like the woman in the picture, whose hair was aroundthe same length as my own, was saying to me, "You too can look like thisin this pair of bra and panties." Obviously the woman didn't say thisto me, I was just looking at her picture. I had never previously feltlike anyone in a picture was talking to me.For that matter I had never previously bought hosiery or lingerie.Suddenly a strange thought hit me. Had Leanne sent me out to buy my ownbras and panties? Was the hosiery and French. But yes, I’d say that’s the primary one.”“Bethany, I guess. Because of her assault, I let her define the relationship completely.”“And how did that work out?”“It depends on what you mean, but I suppose it’s been better since I’ve been more decisive. But I need her advice so I’m not sure I can take control the way you mean.”“Why not? It’s what will happen with us if you simply take control. Just because you are in control doesn’t mean you can’t get advice! Does the President have advisors?”“Yes,. Still pumping her fingers rapidly in and out of Pattys gooey fuck hole, Margaret brought her left hand to the fat, dark pink bud protruding at the top of her cunt. She put her left forefinger on it, rubbing in a circular motion. Patty gasped, fucking her hips rapidly off the couch. Does this feel good? Ungggh! Oh! Unggggh! I think it would be good now to see how your pussy responds to oral stimulation, Patty. Margaret lowered her head, burying her face between Pattys thighs. She pressed her.