When I don’t spot them right away, I think you must have taken them, perhaps as a souvenir. The thought makes me smile again. I hold my clothes in...front of my breasts and head for the bathroom, just as the attendant walks in. I mumble “sorry” and brush past her. Once in the bathroom, I wet some paper towels and grab some additional dry ones, then slip into a stall. I am glad the room is empty.Using the wet towels, I wipe my legs where my juices had run down from my pussy. Cleaning off as. I'll have to hang some things to get the wrinkles out." She smiled. "Does that mean you'll stay the night?" "I would stay for no other reason than because I'm your sponsor and you need extra support until you confront your husband." That answer clearly disappointed her. I nodded toward her bedroom door. "If we go in there and get to know each better in your marital bed, that will change things between both of us and between you and your husband. "You should know that I'll be moving to Columbus. Her hand in mine, I felt groggy, like I had been drinking. My face felt wet and stained. The undeniable scent of pussy was all around my nose. My hair was a mess, and some of it was stuck to my forehead. My balance wasn’t 100% but she didn’t seem concerned as we walked at our normal pace. In fact, I could see that smile on her face. The smile that tells me she’s done something naughty. Or perhaps, made me do something naughty. ‘Strip.’ she said as we approached the door to her apartment. I had. ” She answered. I wasn’t going to ask again. In order to keep them around, I had to give them their space and freedom. Whatever they wanted, they got, it wasn’t of any expense to me. I resumed showing them the rest of the house, explaining to them and chatting with them. Of course, in moments of silence, they’d whisper and giggle to one another. They did that while I showed them my room, and it made me uneasy. I thought they were laughing at my drawings or something. It was good, since they.