”Sam had never considered that comparison before but he had to agree with her thoughts about the fuel being the problem and not the lamps.“I suspe...t you might be right, Miss Belinda, that jackass over at the livery stable needs to find something better than the dirty burlap bags to filter out the muck from the kerosene before he sells the stuff to cash-paying customers.”He knew that most of the thrift minded westerners still used the multi-candle lights that chased the darkness for reasons of. ..though I could see in his eyes was 'Fuckinell luv, it stinks like something died in here!'I was blushing bright red and immediately relieved when I finally got out of that lift. I apologised to my hero fireman for giving him a potential hernia lifting my big lardy frame to safety but he just smiled and shrugged. Glancing around at his colleagues - all of them making me wetter than a fucking otter - I could see they were all sniffing up and all knew where the smell had come from....my big. "I'd go shopping for a bra if I were you," said Helen."I can't go bra shopping. I can just imagine. 'Hello, miss. I'm here to try on bras.'" Jack shuddered with revulsion as he played out the scene in his mind. "I can't go out in public ever again much less shop for a bra. I might as well kill myself here and now."Helen knew Jack well enough to know he wasn't suicidal, but she realized he was going to have difficulties adjusting to having breasts so she agreed to go buy a bra for him. She had. ”Lee began fingering her own little pussy as Lauren told her what Grampa had done, and pretty soon both girls were lying together on Lauren’s bed, panties off, fingering themselves. Lauren described how Grampa had kissed and licked her pussy until she had cum, and Lee said, “Oh, I wish someone would do that for me…”Lauren quit fingering her pussy and rolled over, putting her face over her sister’s pussy. She tried to remember what Grampa had done, and tentatively put out her tongue and licked.