Although I really did not want to wear them stockings were a must. Bare legs were just not acceptable.I caught the usual bus into town but it was far ...usier than usual and there were no spare seats downstairs. So I just stood there until a kindly elderly gentleman offered me his seat. It was Michael? The residents of the home where he was staying were having a day out.I got off the bus right outside the department store. What I wanted was all on the ground floor which was just as well because. I wanted to see how far she would take this and I didn’t want to cum to quick. Due to her nervousness she was having difficulty placing it. “Megan, would you like me to help?”“umm. Uh huh.”I reached under her knees and pushed them higher to her chest. I removed the covers to get them out of the way. It was then that I finally saw her bald vulva. It was swollen and puffy. I spread her cheeks to make the lips part. I wanted to see inside them. As much as I wanted to go down and kiss them and run. He forced her back into the bathroom and into the shower stall. He leaned down and peeled the tape holding her diaper on, and pulled it off her and tossed it into the trash next to the toilet. Then he turned on the water and proceeded to take a shower. With her kneeling with her face pressed against his crotch, the splashing waster drenched her head and gushed down her face making it difficult to breathe. Still, she managed to take in air without inhaling too much water. _God!_ she thought. Gretchen crossed her legs and took my hand in hers, paying attention to her father."I spoke with Gretchen's attorney this morning, and the news is mixed," Hans said. "The move to overturn bail was denied, obviously. However, he is still unable to shake any information loose from the police. Oh, and that police officer was by early this morning, and I sent him away rather than let him disturb you both." What more could he want?" Gretchen asked, exasperated. "Really now, what part of talk to my.