I reached for my comb only torealize that I had no pocket. I opened my purse and rummagedthrough the various contents without finding a comb or brush....What kind of girl goes out without a brush, I thought. The silentquestion left me to ponder whom I was talking about. Was Iirritated at Jamie for not including a brush along with the othernormal girl items or was I mad at myself for not thinking ahead. Iused my fingers to break the stiff curls into a softer but stillfeminine look. My image in. Hurriedly you push my skirt up, bunching it unceremoniously around my waist as you take a brief moment to admire the way my ass looks in those tight little white underwear. I arch my back a little more, causing a little crease to form between my round cheeks and you lean in to cover my backside with soft kisses. I toss my head back both with pleasure and in anticipation as you tuck your fingers into the elastic waist band. The cleft between my cheeks slowly emerges as the white panties slide. For some ridiculous reason I quickly took a clean pair of knickers from mydrawer and changed into them. I hurried downstairs feeling totally bemused bymy own eagerness to continue this charade. I picked the tawse up from the table andgazed at it for a minute. I tried to tell myself that I was behaving in themost foolish way and to just throw it in the bin and tell Tim that I was theadult here and I did as I pleased. That was all well and good but I was halfway up the stairs and with my head. No sooner than they had stopped, the front door of Horton's house opened, and Jim and Fred Linder came out. "Good to see you again, Mike," Fred said. "Jim told me you guys were coming over. He's been telling me about your dogs, and I remember my grandfather and his team, so I thought I'd stop by." Well, these teams are sort of your grandfather's grandchildren," Mike said, "Passed down from Jim. We probably wouldn't have them without him." It'll be good to see them again," Fred said. "God, some.