And yes, stockings, a basque and a very stern woman all pressed his buttons. She smiled at him, snakelike and teasing. “Richard, we have the ideal... woman for you. Carla will more than meet your needs. Carla takes realism to the nth degree.” She nodded, clicked her fingers and a girl of no more than 18 entered. She looked angelic in a white mini dress, knee length peasant cloth white thigh boots, encasing deeply tanned shapely legs. She looked coolly at Richard and indicated with a wave of. ..” I trailed off. I could sense I was coming in too strong.“I’m not even hard right now.”“Then take off your pants, Parker.”“Huh?”“Take them off. I’ll get you hard.”“But the door is open, Kel.”“Now, Parker!”He clumsily took off his pants, nearly tipping over in the process. His balls were abnormally big and hung cartoonishly between his legs. His dick was soft and small. At least it looked small with his huge balls providing the backdrop.I knelt down and took his flaccid penis in my. As Pat turned towards the door, Rachel called after her. "Pat, don't forget about the fund raiser next week. We're counting on you to do your magic act." Okay Rachel." Pat walked over to her son and kissed him. With a flourish, she pulled two quarters out of the boy's ear. "Here's your milk money, Mikie."Pat drove to the Central Precinct. Parking her unmarked unit in front she entered the door. She stopped for a minute to talk to the dispatcher on duty, always the quickest way to find out if. The Pipertons of Pipertown are piping all the dayas they ride to market with a cart of apple piesa dozen hogs a-trailing all the way.The hogs are mighty fit and mighty meaty beastsThe apple pies are sweet as sweet could be.But the Pipertons have had their feasts.Bring home coins of silverBring home coins of gold.Come home to happy PipertownPipertons please come home.There were an endless number of stanzas, mostly funny or ridiculous, and we had only heard a few, but it kept our mood light as we.