"I think you're fixated on my tits," she whispered, although certainly not in protest. I kissed her neck again, then moved my hands down to take hold ...of the hem of her crop top, pulling it up and over her shoulders and arms, along with her bra. I tossed them to a nearby chair and resumed feeling up her tits. She leaned forward a little, putting both hands on the far edge of the sink to support herself. She continued moving her ass against me in a slight side-to-side rocking motion.My hands. ” Doug replied, looking pensive. “As long as your mouth is closed, he’s unlikely to comment on your buck teeth. But, of course, you really should wear your hair longer. That would cover your elephant ears...” Karla was now glaring at him and drumming her fingertips on her seat arm, but he continued, “Your figure, of course, is ... interesting. After all, darling, how many women have measurements of 15-35-55? It’s ... it’s truly novel,” Doug declared with a decisive nod of his head. Then he. They must have given him drugs. He'd heard drugs made it hard to think,and he could think clearer now. Why had they kept putting girls' clotheson him?After the dress, they had put long stockings on him and held them up withgarters, and then put women's boots on his feet. He still had them on.They had a lot of holes and a complicated arrangement of laces that wentback and forth a lot of times, even more than six. He was not good withnumbers, but more than six was really a lot, and his girl boots. You wanted me to make up my mind before I saw those, didn’t you? I’m learning more about you, more and more, each mile and each hour I’m with you.”“Honestly, it never entered my mind, to tell you, or not tell you. They’re here and they belong to me. My dad left me this place and Mom left her family land in Kansas to my younger brother. I suppose Dale and I are a little better off than most, but I’ve never let it make me any different from day one – when I inherited this place.”“One more.