After all traces of makeup had been taken off, I came back into theshop.Dawn was serving another customer, so Janet came over.'All nice and clean. You...shouldn't hide your pretty face under all thatmakeup. Wait until you have to. You should see my face in the morningbefore I've put my war paint on!'I giggled at that as we went over to the skirts.Janet immediately took charge.'I pride myself on knowing girls sizes without having to use a tapemeasure. Now hold your arms out.'I did as I was told. It shows the lay of the land, what is in the way, where the rivers are and the forests. This map shows where the enemy is coming from and where we will have to meet them."I showed her where the caves were, where we rescued Donna and David. She caught on real fast and then asked what the X was on the map. I looked at the map and there was no description on what it was. I assumed it was where the enemy was coming from so I decided we would head that way. I just prayed it was. We drove for three. He began taking an interest in women's clothing, and tried his best to be pretty.Thankfully, the headmaster agreed to keep it all 'their little secret', which was very kind in the circumstances. And in fairness, the headmaster always took great care not to prevent spraying the cum over his school uniform, as it would have been tiresome to clean. Other boys weren't as fortunate, Dick realized.As for Aunt Fanny, she always wore pearls and a twin-set, but is at heart is a slutty MILF, actually a. He stood there, for 7-8 minutes, smoking weed, and quietly singing, "i love the regen, ist der regen nass, das Fett, Fett Mädchen haben alle dicke Ärsche und große Brüste, oh, wie ich die regen Liebe, ihre so, so nass"The boss had a beautiful singing voice. I stood there, silent , gazing at his benevolence, enjoying his sweet, soft, gracious melody.Once the song was over, the Baboso, wiped his eyes, with his handkerchief, and walked over to me.He handed me the wet handkerchief, and sadly.