I am spellbound at the softness of my flesh and the way my tubular boobs jiggle as I move. I often wish they were more firm and erect, but they aren�...�t. However my nipples do ‘perform’ when cold or sexually aroused. My entire boobs can be malleable – quite the pleasure for any man to handle. My skin is ever so fair and sparse is my pussy hair. What little hair there is is soft and fuzzy and almost not visible. My private ‘love-hole’ – I wish I could view it in a mirror. Alas my layers. The chances of someone who really knew me finding my website and joining it was pretty remote. And even if they did, how would they explain it? They'd want to protect themselves, wouldn't they? And if the police found out and Uncle Max did have to leave, well ... I'd leave too. I might not go with Uncle Max, but I wouldn't stick around so they could use me against him somehow."Can I chat with those people?" I asked with a smile."Yeah! Sure you can, I'll show you everything and you can do what. I might just go into town sometime tomorrow and check out that job you guys talked about.”“Goodie,” they said to me as Sandra took my hand and led me into my room.“Thanks Johnny that was a lot of fun. Can I sleep with you tonight, please?”Something in her voice told me that I shouldn’t say no – she had never said that to me before, at least the way I thought I just heard her say it.“Well, change into some PJs why don’t you?”“I sleep naked, Johnny ... is that OK with you?”“Whatever,” I said. Even from his sick bed and in spite of the pain he must be suffering, Kenneth had recognised where his duty lay and had worked for the benefit of his kingdom (I realised I was starting to consider it my kingdom, too).Moving the King was another trial, as he became the most awkward cuss ever. He had a list of things that needed to be taken with him that was completely over the top. It was only when I reminded him of the limitation of what an eagle or I could carry while flying, that he relented.