Downfall/Give her an estimate

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You tilt your head and whisper back: "It was about the size of an arm."
You tilt your head and whisper back: "It was about the size of an arm."
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Kirsten gasps and says: "Really?" loud enough for Will to take notice. You look Will seems to have shut his operating system down; he's sulking in the corner, his headphones in his ear. He won't notice anything less than a nuclear explosion right now.
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Kirsten gasps and says: "Really?"  
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"No, of course not," you reply. "It was very small, hardly worth any trouble."
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You shake your head. "No, of course not," you reply. "It was very small, hardly worth any trouble."
Kirsten presents her hand to to, spreading the fingers. "So, how short exactly? There must have been something, you noticed it."
Kirsten presents her hand to to, spreading the fingers. "So, how short exactly? There must have been something, you noticed it."
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You shrug. "How am I supposed to tell? My ass is not a yardstick, you know? Maybe a little longer than your middle finger, but it's hard to tell."
You shrug. "How am I supposed to tell? My ass is not a yardstick, you know? Maybe a little longer than your middle finger, but it's hard to tell."
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"There's only one way to find out, then."  
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Kirsten snickers. "That ''is'' short. And the little bugger stood raised his head from that little bit of dancing? If you'd kept it on, he would have had a nuclear explosion in his pants."
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While you still wonder what she could have meant, her hand slides between your ass and her leg. It wriggles about until Kirsten reaches her crotch, then you feel her hand
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You laugh again, and although Will looks out of the window, you know he is aware that his sisters make fun of him. So does Kirsten. She says: "Mock him a little more. Dance, Debbie, dance. And make it hot."
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tilting until you are sitting on the edge of her hand with you cheek. A few more adjustments, and you assume that her hand now rests where her fictive cock would root.
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"So, now tell me which way it was pointing, and all you need to do then is to remember where it poked you. Simple, isn't it?"
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You remember that she has a beef with Will, although you weren't interested in the details back then. Do you play along with Kirsten's little game?
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*[[Downfall/A little teasing hurts no one|A little teasing hurts no one]]
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*[[Downfall/Will has suffered enough|Will has suffered enough]]
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*[[Downfall/Sure, but crank it up a notch|Sure, but crank it up a notch]]
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*[[Downfall/The angle is correct|The angle is correct]]
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*[[Downfall/It was more towards the middle|It was more towards the middle]]
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<table width="100%">
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<tr>
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<td bgcolor="#7A7D7D" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
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</td></tr>
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<tr>
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<td bgcolor="#BCC7C7" valign="top" width="8%"> State of Clothing
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</td><td bgcolor="#DEECEC" valign="top" width="58%"> T-shirt; Shorts; Panties
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</td><td bgcolor="#DEECEC" valign="top" width="34%" rowspan="4">
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<p><i>Contacts</i>
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</p>
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</td></tr>
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<tr>
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<td bgcolor="#BCC7C7" valign="top"> Inventory
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</td><td bgcolor="#DEECEC" valign="top">
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</td></tr>
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<tr>
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<td bgcolor="#BCC7C7" valign="top"> Surroundings
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</td><td bgcolor="#DEECEC" valign="top">
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</td></tr>
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</table>
[[Category: Downfall]]
[[Category: Downfall]]

Current revision as of 19:37, 23 March 2015

You tilt your head and whisper back: "It was about the size of an arm."

Kirsten gasps and says: "Really?"

You shake your head. "No, of course not," you reply. "It was very small, hardly worth any trouble."

Kirsten presents her hand to to, spreading the fingers. "So, how short exactly? There must have been something, you noticed it."

You shrug. "How am I supposed to tell? My ass is not a yardstick, you know? Maybe a little longer than your middle finger, but it's hard to tell."

Kirsten snickers. "That is short. And the little bugger stood raised his head from that little bit of dancing? If you'd kept it on, he would have had a nuclear explosion in his pants."

You laugh again, and although Will looks out of the window, you know he is aware that his sisters make fun of him. So does Kirsten. She says: "Mock him a little more. Dance, Debbie, dance. And make it hot."

You remember that she has a beef with Will, although you weren't interested in the details back then. Do you play along with Kirsten's little game?


Status
State of Clothing T-shirt; Shorts; Panties

Contacts

Inventory
Surroundings
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