"Mr. Atwater said sheepishly, "I-I was too busy following the Achy-Breaky-Heart. I really thought it was going to be big."I giggled and then laughed u...controllably for nearly ten seconds. Mr.Atwater looked at me sternly until I stopped. He cleared his throat,"You know that a lot of the angry, riot-inducing music of the 90s wasnot exactly in line with a Prophecy that seeks to keep people in a fog.It makes a lot of sense why a grunge band wasn't chosen to fulfil theProphecy."I giggled, "Really?. Because I'm going to do something I bet you've wanted me to do for a long while! I'm gonna fuck you silly. Fuck you like that brother of mine probably never has! My cock's bigger than his, anyway. You'll dig that!" Oh, please, please..." Fran began to crawl to the other side of the bed. "Dear God, you can't force me to do anything. No, I'm your own sister-in-law! No! You can't!"Morgan made a move to the other side of the bed, between his sister-in-law and the door, and stood defiantly looking. ’ Ian smiled. He was used to the ribbing he got from his friends but took it all in fun as he knew they were secretly jealous of him. He had seen the looks they had given Fran at the first office party they went to. Fran had been dressed to kill in a figure hugging silk dress in deep burgundy slit to the thigh and with a plunging neckline that had all the guys drooling. Ian loved to show off his beautiful wife, not that he saw her as a trophy, just that he wanted the world to know how lucky he. ."Ho deciso per questa volta di non farti indossare una gonna, primavoglio vederti con un look pi? casual ma elegante... che sia comunque daadulta e non da ragazzina. come mi vestirei io"Tira fuori dall'armadio un paio di pantaloni che le ho visto indossarequalche volta per uscire in giro. per la citta'. Sono bianchi , aderentima con la parte bassa della gamba un po' ad allargare. Tento di metterlie mi accorgo che sono stretti e non riesco a tirarli su..."Mi sa che non sono della mia misura....