"I'll just walk over there," said I, "and this mystery explore. " After some thought I added (in POE-etic fashion): "Let my heart be still a moment an... this mystery explore. `Tis a blimp and nothing more." Having decided this I turned back into my house, grabbed a sweater off the back of a chair, and headed out the door and down the street towards the mysterious light. As I drew closer I began to be a trifle frightened. "What if it's one of those alien flying machines you read so much about in. A long cable connected the webcam to my laptop, I didn't know what it was called, but the Geek Squad member assured me it was the cable we needed. "How does it look?"I was sitting on the bed, my laptop before me. The cable worked. The image showed our entire bed and me in my white merry widow lingerie trimmed with pink fuzz and matching, white fishnets attached to the merry widow's garters. The merry widow's corset lifted up my breasts and gave me a nice, expansive cleavage that jiggled with. I guided her on that bed and gave the first kiss on those juicy lips. I was on top of the moon.Shaila had gone wild. She hugged me and was kissing my lips my face my neck. She was uncontrollably hot. I gradually pulled off her nightgown. She was in her undergarments her fair skin and dark pink panties and bra was a sexual delight to watch.She ripped off my lungi in one snatch held my shaft and swallowed it in one go. I was pinching her nips from inside her bra. I removed her bra and those. ”“No,” I said. “Just don’t offer the beer to Callie. She’s... 16 or something. Talk about looking bad for you!”“I won’t offer the beer to Callie,” Liz said. “I’ll let you do all the corrupting of her. Does her mom drink beer?”“Probably,” I said. “We don’t hang out much. I wave; they wave.”I shrugged.“They bounce their titties at you when they get the chance,” Liz joked. “OK, Callie is the daughter. What’s the mom’s name?”“Ellie,” I said. “Ellie and Callie DuBose. The mom works ... I think for.