I was in a shop window. I couldn't move anything. I wasa mannequin, produced at the Royal Factory, and special because I was anautonomy correct boy. I... had long hair to my shoulders. Long hair wasmeant to make me look like a skater boy or something like that. I supposeit was supposed to be modern. There was a special thing about me. My hairwas made from clippings from a real princess. I doubt that when theprincess was getting her hair cut, that she knew that it would be used asmy hair. I felt. Nude Day is about being free one day a year without clothes," said my Mom to my Dad. "Before we were married and had c***dren, we used to celebrate the Nude Day holiday every year. Don't you remember?" Of course I remember. How could I forget? It was the first time that I saw your mother and your two sisters naked. I had a constant erection over the image of their naked bodies for years," he said with a laugh."Eww," said my sister."Wow," I said."C'mon, get naked Daddy," said Diane removing her. "Albert felt his heart bursting at these particulars, but gratitude mingled with his sorrow: he would gladly have embraced those who had given his father this proof of esteem at a moment when his honor was so powerfully attacked. "At this moment one of the door-keepers brought in a letter for the president. 'You are at liberty to speak, M. de Morcerf, ' said the president, as he unsealed the letter; and the count began his defence, I assure you, Albert, in a most eloquent and skilful manner. He. I knew what that meant. Linda could always deep-throat me and she was obviously busy doing the same to him. By this time my sadness had been replace by raging horniness. I sat and listened for another 30minutes as Linda orgasmed at least 3 times. I could hear the bed head slamming up against the wall and the slapping of body against body. For all of those 30minutes I heard some of the hardest dirty talk ever. He continually called her his little Asian whore and fuckslut. He told her take his.