How kind. How embarrassing. I am a messy girl."She didn't look embarrassed. She certainly didn't look messy. I, on theother hand, could only mumble."I...ll take that whisky and foot rub now."For the next hour, I knelt on the carpet, kneading her diminutive feet.At first in silence, and then as she plowed through my whisky, sherelaxed and began to talk. About the law, how she hated the way thesystem was created by men, for men, and how she was frustrated at everyturn in her attempts to change it.. Timmy gave himself the primary account that controlled all others with apassword that was only known to himself. He also signed himself up forseveral other credit cards. He planned on cancelling Lydia's creditcards soon. Ten year olds don't need credit cards, do they?Lydia's first boy scout meeting was going to be tonight. It would be atwo+ hour meeting since it was being held on a Friday night. Lydia wasso excited that she dressed in her boy scout uniform as soon as Timmyleft for school. . Not yet. Are you wet? My lips move incoherently, but words fail me. Im helpless to respond…mute…a prisoner. Slowly you insinuate your index finger beneath the elastic…tracing the outline of my wet and dripping chasm. You smile. You stroke. Then, in one swift, penetrating thrust, you plunge your finger deep within my quivering core. I gasp…begin to fall…but you wrap your free arm around my waist and hold me fast and unmoving as your finger continues its maddening exploration. Then, just as my. She looked at herself in the mirror god I look good she had grey denim shorts on and a little sleeveless top on with no bra or panties you could see her long erect nipples and wet spot. The door went and she went too get it Jason had on a pair of khaki shorts and a white vest top on he looked beautiful and she could feel her inner thighs getting wet she welcomed him in and gave him a list of what to do and told him where everything was and he went of and started painting. She watched as he.