"It's up there a ways," Bridgett said, "but if they left the following day, they should be close."I worried. I was our designated worrier. I had tried... with absolutely no success, to re-contact Ingmar by radio on the two nights we had been driving from New York to Minneapolis. This failure seemed strange and somewhat frightening. The signal should, if anything, have been stronger as we came closer together. Perhaps something bad already had happened to our newfound Canadian cousins.Having. His eyes get really big and he covers his mouth. Before I have time to come to the rescue, he has managed to save a few pieces of garlic bread and kill the heat on the pasta before it boils over. I really don’t know why, but the sheepish grin and the way those eyes sparkle when he’s embarrassed…gah I melt. Drool. Now that dinner is salvaged, we talk about school and work and family as I cut some onions and he prepares the drinks. His shirt is still, thankfully, unbuttoned past his chest, so I. No, dear," I said meekly.She told me, "Maybe you'll like the rest of the outfit better. See whatelse is in there."When I removed the first items I got an even bigger shock. Underneaththem was a short baby dress that would leave my legs uncovered. With itwere a pair of booties. And all of that was in light pink, with ruffledtrim. When I turned pleading eyes to Cleo she was smirking at me, notbothering to hide her disdain for my weakness. She knew I wouldn'tstand up to her. It's not just. Her chest pounded, her nipples hardened, she reached for her pussy under the robe and rubbed her clit. Ace could see her staring and he kept his position, he stayed quiet, drawing her through the screen, letting her take it all in, reaching into her reptile brain, making that connection with her again. He could read her face and he waited, he waited until he knew just when to say it and when her jaw slowly fell open and her nostrils flared, Leila heard, “Show me your tits, slut.” Without.