.. in a red baby doll pajama set!!!I almost lost it.As she set the coffee and cups down I took note that her red bra and panties were covered by a sho...t sheer jacket, but I could still almost see her body in enticing detail.After pouring coffees for each of us, Wilma sat next to Robert and acted as though this was a natural and normal situation. Soon we were all chatting and talking about what a good time we had tonight when listening to an obviously very talented musician.As we talked, Robert. It looked like he had his own, private library. He also had old paintings hanging on the walls and an impressive chandelier hanging down the ceiling. This place reeked of power. It reminded me of the kind of study that the old Lords in Great Britain had.I noticed a framed black and white picture on his desk of a pretty woman; she seemed to be in her early twenties and looked vaguely familiar.He saw me looking at it and remarked with a sad voice, “That’s Sophie, my sister. Or better said, she. They traveled everywhere, and they were very wet. The wetness contained some elixir that cooled me every place it touched. The coolness was a blessing, and the blessing spread across my front until it reached an impediment.Voices...The first voice I heard was quite firm, and stern. "There is no time for modesty, my dear girl. Lift the sheet and let's get to cooling him down before the temperature damages his brain." The voice was decidedly female, albeit, not so feminine. Whoever was the target. In the bookstore two women in their sixties were browsing through the travel books on display, pointing at the various covers, perhaps planning a trip together to a warm and sunny destination. In the bath and body products store six women of various ages were looking at the different sets of fragrant indulgences on sale at the table up front. Each woman picked up an item and smelled it before putting it back on the table or passing it to someone else. It was like they were conducting some type.