Nudist – Junior Miss Pageant Con 👉

November 21, 2022

Nudist – Junior Miss Pageant Con 👉

Nudist – Junior Miss Pageant Con

anyway, it was the morning of the pageant, and my aunt gertie was bent over the runway in a cloud of her own breath, her henna hair in its finest braid. she says to me: edy i’m all ready. just slip the rod in my underpants. i can’t wait for my first go sexxx at nudists woman world in pennsylvania.: now, yer sure that this is my underpants, gertie? sure, i say, i have worn those shorts since i was a kid. she says: oh, this isn’t the first time i’ve used it. thats the reason i was so careful. she smiles at me a conspiratorial smile. she knows there is no way i can tell a lie, and that i would likely wiggle and squirm until i ended up with my rear in full view, and i will tell her no. but, the important thing is: it will work this time. (pulchritudinous) that’s our gertrude. all right then, she says. here you go. slip it in and have at it. i can’t wait, i say.

she says to me, edy, i can’t wait to see the look on that silas cowell when he sees me with that rod in my panties. well, i say, i just bet you can’t. i’ll bet he will be all over you for a load off his chest.

for the contestants, it was a wondrous experience. they were prettified, gilded, and diamonded, and many were wearing princess dresses and hats with rhinestone crowns. little is known about the contestants themselves, but the men could be identified by their mustaches, the women by their hairdos and tiaras. there were the high-priced sirens, gwen o’shaughnessy of pacifica, a self-described lesbian beach bunny, and her youthful beau, lucien atienza of balboa. there was miss cora, who, at 25, had earned her high school diploma only two years earlier. there was miss laundry dress, who was from texas and worked as a shuttle-courier. and there was the gracchus girl of san francisco, who was married to a dentist with a taste for button-down shirts and who, in turn, had a taste for coffee and reggae. there were also the volunteer contestants, who, unlike the paid actors, performed without pay.

what a time that was! thessaloniki alone, greeces largest city, had a population of 450,000, and was laid out on the grid of a 19th-century european city of the same size. here, cars were still rare. most people rode horses or walked. but every morning, just as they were about to hit the jackpot at the local bakery, they stumbled over the shattered bodies of soldiers and executed leftists lying in the street. for those lucky enough to get out of the country in time, war in europe did not seem an impossible remote possibility, and there wasnt much europe for them to flee to. we found a home in a house that was empty. we paid seven shillings a night, sharing a bathroom with a family of four. our rooms were eight by six foot, our kitchen was in the middle of the living room, and the toilet was in the bedroom. our very own bed with only one pillow per sleeper.
it was like living in little house on the prarie, i think. halfway through the fair, gerald went out to piddle, and when he came back, he said he had seen what he took to be chinese laundry hanging in the sky. the city was huge, its streets jammed with unending mobs of people, and the congestion and jostling were such that they rolled up his pants. the rest of us spent most of our time swimming in the art deco gym, where the atmosphere was still buzzing with the news of the japanese invasions of manchuria and china. she likes the pageants, the essay went on, including one by the very blonde miss san francisco herself. but the rest of us just dont know what to do, she said. we all feel like idiots trying to sing, and we always look like crap.
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by faycher

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