It was a soothing17-minute ride for Beth.When she was Ken, she found all of that distracting, boring, and annoying-especially the song. The last time...she had rode It's A small World was whenshe was Ken and he was 9 years old and his mom made him ride the attraction.As she waited in line she was thinking back to that day and other trips thatshe had taken to Disney World with Ken's family.Since Beth was by herself the ride operators directed her to join the partyin the first row. She entered. And you haven’t felt this way since you left your parents and began college and your career, she added mentally.And, with Morales and the wolves, you don’t have to be studying, or endlessly playing games either on your computer or phone to pass the time. Just being here is enough. I expected to be working on my thesis for at least several hours every day, but without even thinking about it, I’ve almost always elected to help Morales, instead. It’s not because he can’t do the work himself. Oh,. It was in the garage. It was better to load up in there anyway. Karen thought I was joking as I got my laptop bag and clothes bag into the four cubic feet of trunk space. We arranged the things she brought from school, and her new clothes, in the back seat.I explained to her about the driving school, even showing her the certificates, before telling her about how they had given me the car specifically so I could keep my performance driving skills up.“The beat-up Camry is the car I drive most of. “Get those long shorts off,” I commanded. “Panties too if you got ’em on. I’m gonna give you a Daisy Duke look.”Lisa obediently followed my commands. With her naked from her breastbone down, I gave some serious thought to getting another piece of pussy, but decided I wasn’t yet up to it. My scissors sliced through denim cloth with a single-minded purpose. I was creating a work of art for my sis to wear.Without her panties, Lisa stepped into my altered jean shorts and zipped the tight.