Running clears my head. I could use it right now. Whatever I say, know I love you with all my heart." And Marianne and Mary?" I love them too, Marling... Not as much obviously. I probably could survive intact without them." Okay Joe. I'll probably be asleep when you get back." I won't disturb you." You rarely do."When Marta awoke she took the Mustang back north to the big log house where Margie remained. The logistics the night before had been complicated.Marianne drove into town early enough to. A pair of soft printed cotton panties, secreted away from the sister some years before, surfaced amongst other masculine underwear; the urge to put them on was just too great. The girly feel of the panties took control; more items were required; how to acquire them? It was one of those large stores all set out on one floor, with male and female items converging in the middle. A large and haughty Manageress watched with intent as a somewhat delicate looking male hovered on the periphery; eyes. So..." She broke off, watching me carefully."Okay..." I said slowly. "Okay. Though..."She smiled a little sadly. "Though ... you're going to have to rethink your lifestyle, Boss, aren't you?" Yeah. Right now, though, I think all I want is sleep. See you in the morning." Night, Boss." As she reached the door, though, she turned. "Boss, I think the hotel could be persuaded ... at a price ... to open their shop and provide us with at least a change of underclothes. Shall I see what I can do?" Good. This is due in part to her being far more socially affluent and confident than I was when I was her age, but if I'm being honest, it probably has more to do with the fact that she has a fantastic body than anything else. Although she is a little short for her age, she has fantastic legs, larger than average breasts (which seem exceptionally perky when she wears a crop-top with no bra), and was voted by the boys in her class to have the "sexiest ass" in school. She has complained to me and our.