by Knight Errant » Sun Feb 15, 2009 12:37 am
Frank takes the panties, sweatdropping. She puts them on anyway... along with the pants and the shirt. It was better than staying nude.
Looking down, she hadnt noticed how her chosen shirt had been cut... in the neck and upper chest area specifically. It was showing off her new cleavage nicely... not that she was happy about that at all.
O Muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end...
Click the eggs... feed the dragons.