” Annette quipped. “And Danny does write every week.”“Girl, a letter isn’t going to keep you warm at night.” Yvonne said as she replaced t...e photos. “I would think you were at least burning out the batteries when you read them.”“That, I’m not going to comment on.” Annette laughed.“I know if he was my guy, I’d have taken him to bed and fucked him till he couldn’t walk. That’d be the end of that soldier crap.”“He’s a Marine, not a soldier.” Annette corrected. “They’re a little particular about. This game may be repeated as often as is amusing, and at the end thewimp is put back in his panties, his little thing tucked, his buttockssore, and in just the right frame of mind to service his owner.7A male with an undersized penis, let us say five inches in length andof unimpressive girth, needs to be continually reminded of his failure.Despite all evidence, the underendowed man always comes back to theidea that he actually has something in their pants. It is a strongwoman's job to remind. " That's for your eyes only," I added, winking at her. She was visibly nervous, in the most adorable way.I spread the dry cleaning bag over the top of the sofa and turned away from her, unbuttoning my top slowly. I let it fall to the floor. I thought about wearing a sexy bra, but daughters don't do that for their moms. Basic black cotton covered my a-cups. I turned around to face her and began to unbutton my jeans. They slipped off easily enough, leaving me in only white panties and black bra.. Shit, even having your study-buddies over gets to me a little." Oh come on, Jeff! You can wear a costume and pretend to have a good time for a change, can't you?" Yeah, a costume. Sure. I'm supposed to find a costume a week before Halloween? Right," I said sarcastically. "I suppose she has a theme for the costumes too. Care to tell me about what I'm supposed to be trying to find?" Actually, you're supposed to dress up like a character from a book or series of books. Of course, with some of.