Sure enough, scattered about inside was a variety of her conservative cut panties. She picked up a pair and noticed that the crotch seemed to be moist... Dropping the wet item back inside she headed returned to her room. "Jesus woman you're going to have to control yourself better." Janice told herself. " At this rate you're going to soak every single pair before the middle of the week." Janice had no way of knowing that the wetness was caused by her young son's copious amounts of cum. He'd taken. My God.I was in the body of Jacqueline Kennedy!I had to get my bearings and act quickly to save the mission. We wereabout to make the hard right onto Houston Street, then negotiate the wideturn onto Elm directly beneath the Book Depository Building.I did what any woman facing impending danger would do. I screamed.(Sorry, ladies...that's meant as a joke.)"Jack!" I cried. "Get down! Now!" I tugged at his left shoulder as hardas I could. I could tell the President had no idea why I had. It didn't seem as weird as I was expecting. It was old and dusty,and smelled a little, but for the most part it seemed like a house.There were some changes the museum people had obviously made, but theywould suit our purposes wonderfully. The place had relatively modernwiring, and although most of the plumbing wasn't up to code, therewere a pair of functional restrooms on the first floor.They'd also installed a counter in the foyer where we could set up ourgreeter to collect their money and. P! ... A! ... R! ... T! ... Y!” cheer.Anna seemed a bit nervous during the car ride, so I asked her what was wrong.“Oh nothing,” she replied, wringing the hem of her skirt nervously. “I just hope everything is perfect.”I’d never seen her like this. She’s had friends over in the past and never reacted this way. I chalked it off as nerves, similar to what I might feel if I were having my boss over for dinner.“Everything will be just fine, Anna Baby. You just enjoy yourself. You and the girls.