I wasn't complaining, I also wasn't staring and neither was Kay, it was just everyday routine nudity."Rob, have you thought about that conversation la...st night? I have and I still don't know what to make of it. What do you think? Is my family right and we just don't see it?" She was looking at me and while I wouldn't say she was upset, she certainly wasn't settled either."Yeah, I've thought about it but I think I need to think about it a lot more before I'm ready to say they are or aren't right.. "Jou're listening, right?" she would sometimes ask, and even that couldn't snap me out of it because all I could think about was her enchanting accent. She had the faintest hint of that dialect of Spanish that I couldn't figure out where it was from. Her accent seemed to turn 'y' into 'j': "Jou sure jou're getting all this?" I didn't grow up listening to many accents her accent felt foreign, faraway, exotic.When she would leave my desk I would be faced with an awful paradox. The boner she would. I seemed to fit right in. ‘Was Barbara dressed like that when you found her?’ ‘Ehr … yeah?’ Rachel looked at Aunt Sheryl and frowned. ‘So … she was just in here by herself? Dressing up like that? That’s … just … sick!’ ‘Easy, honey.’ Aunt Sheryl gently squeezed one of her daughter’s breasts to calm her. I’m sorry. I know this was a time of stress and concern, but … Mr Stiffie popped up again. I know, that probably means I’m a pervert or something since I should have been trying to figure out. The two excited film makers opened the sequence by capturing a doleful and passionate glance at her sire as he approached her inviting and submissive femininity. Though glazed by the effects of the substance, Lloyd’s passion cut through to be visually witnessed; his desire to couple with the sissy in affection as earnestly as in carnal lust, more than apparent. Kay and Helen sneered contentedly as he was led on all fours on a leash by a woman, like a stud stallion to service a mare, though this.