That cracked Rita up.“You know you have terrible taste, Harold Fricke. You can’t even be trusted to pick out your own underwear.”Rita took Tommy...to the big J C Penney store in the Brownwood Mall that very afternoon. They came away with a very nice traditional cut, dark gray suit, along with a white shirt and burgundy paisley tie. Of course, Tommy then needed something to go on his feet that matched the suit. He was happy as hell when Rita agreed with his choice of a pair of black ‘Dan Post’. .to show heshould keep his legs spread like that...wide apart...wider than is comfortableor natural....and then I sat back and picked up a newspaper and began toread.? He sat there, stupid, scared,stiff...his legs wide apart.? Each timehe tried to close his legs even a little, I would slap his naked thighs harduntil a red hand print appeared on his bare leg...then I would push his younglegs wider...loving the look of his teen dick lump in the little gray schoolshorts.?? He didnt know what to. " as his chicken pieces are rather meager in size and if they get any smaller, one would need half-glasses to see them ... Speaking of half-glasses, should I tell auntie what seeing her in half-glasses does for me?"Ray likes my pussy better than KFC! I like that. He does seem older than his years and what is the sense of a young guy having a great aunt if she does not teach teach him anything about life? I bet he would string beads with me, nice glass beads, big white smooth glass beads that. I pointed down the hall and was about to whisper a suggestion that we get out when we heard steps. We both looked up the stairs but couldn’t make out anything; by the time we looked back toward the front we could hear Sister Margaret’s rasp. ‘I’ll take over now, Sister Juliet,’ she said. ‘Mustn’t miss your beauty sleep.’ It didn’t sound like a nice thing to say. That was the first time I realized nuns didn’t always stick.