**My first clip in braces** Ne'er has my acting been on more resplendent display than in this clip. A sequel to my last: my *step-son*, shrunken down to a pitiable but apropos size, suitable for my purpose, suitable for my purse, or pocket, a pocket rocket you might say, must accompany me to a wedding as I have no date and do not wish to be suspiciously alone. Weddings are for people in love, or for people who have bitterly lost love, or bitterly never known love, but, for an hour or two, think they can remember the hairy arms, or amorous hips, of love... But nothing's more jolting to one's li...

**My first clip in braces** Ne'er has my acting been on more resplendent display than in this clip. A sequel to my last: my *step-son*, shrunken down to a pitiable but apropos size, suitable for my purpose, suitable for my purse, or pocket, a pocket rocket you might say, must accompany me to a wedding as I have no date and do not wish to be suspiciously alone. Weddings are for people in love, or for people who have bitterly lost love, or bitterly never known love, but, for an hour or two, think they can remember the hairy arms, or amorous hips, of love... But nothing's more jolting to one's libido than attending a wedding in a frumpy dress, or filling a frumpy dress with encores of fat, or alone. So I stuffed my shrunken step-son into my bra and smiled from ear to ear as I congratulated the lovely lucky bride and groom. The problem wasn't that the concupiscent couple didn't love each other -- not at all -- but that I was alone, without a dance partner, with no one to discus Sartre's nihilism with, verging on a yeast infection from all the wetness and desperation praying between my legs. The solution: I snuck into the other room, pulled my shrunken sex toy of a step-son out and helped myself help myself, since I had no one, and nothing else, to help me. We were interrupted once, a most disconcerting rap at the door, resulting in a very near debacle of deathly embarrassment, but I stuffed my toy joy in my panties and played the interruption off with thespian red cheeks and a self-conscious laugh. At last left alone for what was only another minute or two, I made the most of it, as one in heat will do, letting the shrunken pussy diver strive for pussy excellence, my excellent pussy reward. Then I tucked him into my body stocking, right next to my tit, happy as a negative pregnancy test, and returned to the reception to drink and to gloat.