For anything, let me know."Donna smiled, "I'm sure I'd be interested in something a lot younger." Jerry gave her a funny look. "In style I mean," she ...aid, holding up a shirt.At that moment Randy came in the shop. Jerry excused himself to speak to his boss. The two men discussed business for several minutes until Donna's browsing brought her near.Randy called her over, "Doing some shopping?" he asked."Yeah, there's not much to do, except spend my hard earned money." You know, Donna, I've been. We had created a swamp anyhow. She sat up and pulled her shift down. Overripe was the only word I can think of to describe her, eager and overripe.The preacher's plump young wife had been a bonus to my second job as a man free of military constraints. He was a Baptist or a Methodist or some such fractious dissembler, a small man in a dark suit who wore white shirts and a floppy hat and rode the circuit every week which gave me and his strumpet of a wife plenty of time to get acquainted and test. My own belief is that the loss of such understanding has led also to the abandonment of the birch. Whether or not this is the case (and my efforts here are meant to reverse this trend at least in regard to the cane), and having received no training in the use of the birch, I have occasionally wondered whether I should reintroduce it to my own school. I must confess, however, that I have an innate preference for the precision of the cane as an instrument of punishment. I leave the birch,. She felt funny wearing a T shirt and nothing else. "Should I take my shirt off too?" she asked."If you'd be more comfortable that would be fine." said Bob. When he stood up there was a lump at the front of his pants. She was delicious, and her innocence turned him on a LOT. She sat upright, looking at him expectantly. He saw her eyes drop to his crotch."I made Bobby's mold" she said. His ... thing is different looking than yours. I was surprised."The thought that she had handled her brother's.