"Pam. Can you get me a towel from my closet," Ryan asked her from the bathroom door."Ryan, all I have on is my panties," Pam pleadingly replied to him...in another whisper."It's alright Pam. Hurry up. I'm freaking wet here," Ryan whispered more sternly.Pam sat up and pushed the covers down with a huff. I was glad my mouth was under the cover because it was surely wide open. She turned towards me still looking towards his voice and stood up quickly. Her movements caused her tits to bounce. At last I was empty, and my prick was no longer a foreign object hanging below my corset but settled back into my hairy pubes in complete contentment.I suddenly realized how cool the room was, and began to shiver. Anna opened another package and handed me a blouse and skirt very reminiscent of those in her painting. Caught in the spell of her surprise I obediently put them on, marveling at how soft and sexy the material felt against my skin. The illusion couldn't survive the mirror, however. It. " Like what?" Ruth asked. She had just talked to Regan two hours earlier. She couldn't fathom what had transpired while Regan sat in class that would give her reason to rethink her relationship with Andy."About what happens when we get to college," Regan answered. "Andy is going to hate the life I'll have to lead there."Ruth gave a quizzical look."The press stalking my every move," Regan stated. "The gossip blogs picking up on something every time I walk out of my dorm. Andy won't live that. As we got into the car, Ana warned me that she was really horny…Once inside the club, Ana ran into a few old friends and hit the bar. My sweet wife convinced me to dance a couple of songs with her.I noticed quite a few guys checking my wife out, as she grinded her hips against my crotch. I knew she wanted to flirt with some of those guys…I told her I would go to the bar. When I got back, I found Ana had made a new friend: a very handsome young blond guy.She noticed me out of the corner of her.