Bye Bye Baby! "Amidst the wolf-whistles and howlin' passer's by, Grace says Goodbye."
From Grace's Way Back Machine... The stories of her warm the heart, four wheel drifts on gravel roads, camping trips with room for... everybody, mountain hopping and even a delightful swim down Goldstream River, quite a ways too. She was always happy to test her limits and was real quick to take her top off! Loved parties, a wammer's heart indeed. Passed through three generations... a family member for well over ten years, only sixty like her ever made!
She's moved a fridge in the rain, carried huge dressers and bird cages, even plowed a few cornfields! Many a niece and nephew can brag about her easy handling, even if you can't, "yet", see over the dashboard.
Although she'll be missed by many, all is not lost, she's actually going for a full restoration! She will be pampered and made shiny new once again. She'll live on many more years, yeayy! Taking with her the fondest memories of her wild adventures with Grace.
Of course Grace cannot part with her buddy without a good final wamming! With one day left and a good load of shave foam, there, on a busy street, amidst the wolf-whistles and howlin' of passer's by, Grace says Goodbye... wammin style!
When the foam started spraying Grace says... "I need to tell you the real feel of this "sloft" foam falling like heavy feathers into the innocent splatters upon my tight new jeans."
"I felt the squirt and squish as it leaped from the can, gushing over my fingers and striking my lace sockies and new red shoes... I felt a blush of shame I tried so hard to form a huge mountain, and way in the air it could shoot, but then... as the cans emptied, the real fun needed to begin. I ignored the distant noises focused on my gorgeous white mess, I squished my sweater really well and heard the hiss of tiny popping bubbles hitting my chest... hear that? Ooo I needed the squish, squat and splits, slipping against the paint. I pulled myself around to flatten my ass on the glass and gushed the pure mush of white silk up and over my thighs, so smoothly my jeans disappeared before my eyes. I ploughed in about now, losing myself into the sensations of my sweater thickening, my jeans getting tighter and heavier, I put some foam into my new tight shoe, and slipped my foot back in, smoothly this time, splurting globs out, it fit nicely from then on. The foam rose, like it was growing or I had more than I thought, up and over, spinning into my hair and matting out all noises, just the tiny hiss of the foam near my mouth and nose... thick, like a cloud. When I finally lost my grip and slipped, I slipped right off her hood, and there I stood... a human spectacle, with an audience of neighbors.
Love you, too
I tried so hard to form a huge mountain, and way in the air it could shoot, but then... as the cans emptied, the real fun needed to begin. I ignored the distant noises focused on my gorgeous white mess, I squished my sweater really well and heard the hiss of tiny popping bubbles hitting my chest... hear that? Ooo I needed the squish, squat and splits, slipping against the paint. I pulled myself around to flatten my ass on the glass and gushed the pure mush of white silk up and over my thighs, so smoothly my jeans disappeared before my eyes. I ploughed in about now, losing myself into the sensations of my sweater thickening, my jeans getting tighter and heavier, I put some foam into my new tight shoe, and slipped my foot back in, smoothly this time, splurting globs out, it fit nicely from then on. The foam rose, like it was growing or I had more than I thought, up and over, spinning into my hair and matting out all noises, just the tiny hiss of the foam near my mouth and nose... thick, like a cloud. When I finally lost my grip and slipped, I slipped right off her hood, and there I stood... a human spectacle, with an audience of neighbors.
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