" Mmmmm, Ian, I'm so glad that you've let me show you a good time."Before Ian can talk anymore, he heard the tow truck coming. This meant that his car...had gotten fixed and now it was being towed back from the mechanic."Wait a minute, how long have we been doing this?" asked Ian.Daisy answered, "30 minutes." Oh no! Your dad will kill me if he sees me like this with you!" Well, Ian, you'd better put your pants back on quick." But what about you?" he asked her."Don't worry! My father is used to. Vintage, and Strict, No Non-sense photographer. The only sticking point was he would need his grandmas permission, but he would cross that bridge when he came to it. He didnt know if he was what this strict photographer was looking for after all. He wrote an email introducing himself and asking how to apply. The answer came back two nights later. The photographer introduced himself as James, pointed Tim toward his website, showing some of his work, and outlined more what he was looking for. He. Aunt Sharon said she knew how to take care of that.My baptism was nice. Aunt Sharon had gotten me some new undies to wearunder my dress including a full slip and even a pair of Hanes Ultra Sheerpantyhose as a girl needed to feel and look special on special days. Shetold me the full slip because of the straps over my shoulders would rideup if I raised my arms so it wouldn't show like a half slip would. Theother thing that changed was she had gotten me silicone breast enhancersto wear in the. He'd expected her to ignore him. When, instead, she smiled back, showing perfect white teeth between her glossy pink lips, Stanley's heart fluttered and his pulse raced. It was unusually windy, and Stanley noticed the way that the breeze played with the hem of the blonde's skirt, causing the garment to flutter against her thighs and, once or twice, to blow upward, revealing a glimpse of the smooth, creamy-pink flesh between her knees and her hips. Unfortunately, the wind hadn't blown the skirt.