I look at the doll to find she is already looking at me, a quizzical look upon her perfectly made up face.'Uh-uh' she squeaks and smiles gently as she... lowers her head to look at me through her lashes. Not allowed to speak, only to make the doll noise - uh-uh- like an old fashioned girls dolly would say "mama" when you squeezed it. The idea had come to me in a flash years ago in the heat of play with a doll like the one sat beside me now, and it had turned out to be a moment of inspiration. I. We were surprised by this question because first of all it was her decision to stop anytime she wanted and why a pair of shoes. My wife answered “I love taking walks through the woods and the fields just outside and I want to protect my feet”. “That sounds like a great idea and hope you don’t mind if we join you. That will be a nice experience for all of us. I always wanted to walk around the wood here. Although we know the area quite well we never did it in the company of a beautiful naked. Ergo, Ipso Facto, you had gone somewhere, and the only possible contact that had been discussed was the Satyr."Ergo, Ipso Facto, hmm ... sounds like Latin but I never had need to learn Latin because I happen to live in an area that used it only peripherally, so what does it mean?" Dyl'fair asked."Ergo, means 'therefore' and Ipso Facto, means 'by the fact itself.' Now, the only questions remaining are, did you find him, and if so, what did he have to say?" Mike asked."Humph," Dyl'fair grumped. Grandmother had widened a bit but still had the soft skin and the elfin nose and the large eyes of my mother, though hidden behind tortoise shell glasses. She still resonated beauty. Tall and thin with a tanned face carved by deep lines and a long white narrow beard and bushy mustache, he reminded me of Don Quixote. Freed at last from the guilty burden of cuckolding, the lifted restraints refreshed their lengthy affair. Like honeymooners, they exuded the emotional warmth of newly minted.