When we got n the car and she asked me if i used protection, said i never do, she said have you got a big cock, i said being clever yes i do, thinking...she was going to be mad she said prove it so i said thinking she was taking the piss, i said get it out if you want to see it, which to my surprise she did.Her hands fumbled at my jeans and she managed to take it out, it was already getting hard, she said her daughter was a lucky girl, i said thanks and should I put it away now you've had a. You’re right. We need to tell her.” Mae got up from the bed and turned on the light. She pulled on her robe and then took her pendant from her bag and put it in her pocket. “We need to tell her, now.”“But, they’re in bed,” I said as I pulled on my robe. Together we headed down the hall to the master bedroom. I put my ear to the door. “The television is on -- they’re still up.” I knocked on the door. “Dad? Karen?”The door cracked open. “What is it?” my dad asked.“Mae and I need to talk to you. We don't require that sissies be shaved all over, as many have what theyThink is a hard limit in this regard. However, hairy legs and bodiesdefinitely count against them in the judgings, so it's not all thatsurprising that many reconsider their position on this and opt for whatwe euphemistically call the 'cave and shave'. It's not at all unusual toobserve a sissy on her knees in the shower shaving her roomies legs, andthen them both switching positions. This 'Voluntary' surpassing of oneof. You are lying naked and exposed, sky blue bed linens mussed and tangled in your legs, when I manifest myself in your room. I cast an appraising glance at the crucifix hanging on the wall by the door, assessing its power. I know instantly that the cheap oak has never felt the touch of holy water, that the cracked and varnished plastic form of Jesus in His suffering has never had those secret, powerful words muttered over it, that it is a mere decoration and not a talisman with any power against.