I pull up my pants, wash hands and go back out. He is laying on the bed wearing only his boxer briefs. He starts to laugh. That dog! He’s playing w...th me. I sit at the desk again. He comes over, again. ‘I can smell how aroused you are.’ He’s right. I’m still drenched. My panties soaked. ‘Stop it.’ I feebly protest. ‘I want you to read something.’ He shows me his journal. We move to the bed, lay down on our stomaches and read. It lists his doubts, his lust, his confusion – all over me. It is. I was in my undies, but think of the poor lady without anything in her bottom. I think it is a habit for her to be like that. She did not hesitated to sit on a rock facing all of us and started to talk some topic. All the women also started to talk about that matter. My penis was growing inch by inch by looking at her posture.Everybody sat there and talked for some time. Someone said that It would be better to start to village as it might get dark. And by the time we reach village, the cloths. Mom hasn't had us do anything really memorable recently." Well, wasn't the pose before last the two of us standing side by side?" I think it was three back, but yeah, we weren't even doing anything. We just stood there with our hands at our side. Mom didn't even paint anything in the background other than some neutral tones." Well, there was that argument painting. That was memorable." A bad memory!" Meagan said loudly. "That was worse than the..." she trailed off before adding the word. Have you really run out of restaurants?”“Well, not in Evanston, and we really haven’t done the Loop yet. There are two Loop eating experiences, lunch and dinner, though both kinds of places are mostly open for both meals. In the rest of Chicago, I only know a few, and most of those aren’t on our way. Chinatown, for instance. But this place makes for a reasonably short detour from the direct way to your home. Besides, I thought you liked it. You finished your bowl of soup.” Now she remembered.“I.