Her cloak was made with the more rough topside of the diwuf's skin. The softer underbelly was still unused, as was the tail, paws and legs. The head h...ad the skull taken out and made into a hood, and the skull was also on the bed. It was really rather more than she would use."Brother, I have only need of this piece, " she indicated to the soft pelt from the underbelly. "So that I may have something on which to lie. Please feel free to spread the blessings of the diwuf as is most needed."Brother. A pair of tight black boxers were sitting on the topof the pile, with a strong stench of lemon, doubtlessly attained frommum's fabric softener. They had been an early favourite of hers but thenewly washed quality didn't lend itself to her most pressing needs so sheshuffled those aside. She was very careful to record each item's positionbefore she dug deeper to make sure nothing went too out of place in casedad got suspicious. Not that she thought he might quiz her about this inparticular, but. Luckily I got pictures to remember it by . It's a funny story actually.My buddy Jim whom I've known for at least 10 years went out with me for a few drinks after work and ended up back at my apartment. Like I said I've known and worked with him for about 10 years and before I got divorced, Jim had hung out with me and my wife a few times over the years . We ended up talking about my ez wife and we are a little drunk so the conversation goes astray . Out of the blue Jim tells me that he always. He said in a laughing voice, "I have to really work on my balls to get them clean - they get so dirty when I am out chopping wood. Sweat picks up the sawdust and it gets worked into my balls. Look at the dirt still there". He rubbed the soap off to let me look at his crotch. Of course I stared for what seemed like an hour. I squatted down to get a better look and he pulled his balls away from his thighs. I couldn't see anything but the nicest pink balls. But then I thought of a plan - I told.