My shoulders dropped and I hung my head. "You're not going to let me get away with that are you?" Nope, I've got a good memory and a lot of patience. ...I'll get even. Even hell, I'll get ahead in this game you've started." Lord save me from a vindictive woman. This is one of the reasons I've never gotten married. I've got to protect myself from vindictive women." Aww, I'm not vindictive Rob, I promise it won't hurt ... too much! I also promise I WILL at least get even. By the way, what would your. Gratefully she plunged into the shelter of the trees. Once safely out of sight of any passing traffic she laid her little case on the grass and opened it. It didn’t take long to search through its contents?but much to Lisa’s dismay there weren’t any panties. Her mother had sent her with two white cotton vests, a very short denim skirt, two pairs of sandals and several short summer dresses. Besides her toiletries bag there was nothing else in her case! That was all! No panties or bras and, she. Your feminine body is so voluptuous and flawless as to be written about with godlike adoration in poetry, but between your legs is the kind of wickedly male implement that would put beasts to shame. The balls that hang heavy below it seem to churn with what feels like superhuman virility. The first thing you feel is the beautiful warmth of your new form radiate through your soft skin and swollen bosom. The second thing you feel is an overpowering wave of animal rutting urge. You can't move your. “Oh god, this is ALL my fault ... I teased you...” she cried. Cried. As in ‘tears’.She’d been the one to stop and now I had no idea as to what to do about it. I couldn’t let her blame herself, but how did I comfort her? My options – leave her to herself, letting her assign blame to HER actions, or just try and comfort her? I chose the second option, gently, almost tentatively putting my arms around her, just holding her as she sobbed.“I’m ... I’m not a bad girl, Jay ... I’m not. This is all.