She studied them and decided that two of them could be taken care of with computer-generated artwork, while the others could be done in either waterco...or or acrylic. She sat at her easel and began to sketch. After two hours of intense work, she had knocked out three preliminary drawings. It was almost 11:30, when she called her boss Ms. Johnson on the intercom. Becky told her she had a few presentations to show her. Johnson said for her to come into her office and bring her work with her. She. It was a camera. You pick it up, then remember some family story your father and grandfather told you about developing a camera that could control minds. Could this be it?You hear Meredith stomping up the stairs in her high heels. She opens the door wide and looks you dead in the eye."Johnathan Edward Doe,"she snapped. "I know you have my bra! Give it here, you creep!" I don't have your bra, but I found this old camera,"you say. "Can I see if it still works?" Fine," Meredith growled. "But. I had that feeling as I closed the door to room 641 that something big had happened.A little background first. My wife Barbara and I met almost five years ago after both of us had gone through divorces.I’m 5’7” and she’s 5’5” so in two inch heels were equal in height. She has B cup breasts, the sweetest rounded ass you can imagine and lovely, strong legs that I love wrapped around me.As for me, my name is Ron, I like her keep myself in pretty good shape and I’m equipped with a dick that. "That was mean," she murmured."What, playing with your pussy?" I raised my hand and captured her nipple between thumb and forefinger and gently rolled it."No. The song when you first got here."I grinned. "I told you not to ask. It's contagious." It sure is." It's hard to believe that the same people who gave us Bambi, The Little Mermaid and The Lion King could also be responsible for that curse of music."Robbie nodded. The music had changed to the new age stuff we'd both started to like, though.