Bob sat in the chair she'd been in, and we both watched intently as she disappeared through the bathroom door. I told him, "This could take a while; y...u know how it is with women." "No kidding; I remember standing out in the hallway waiting for my sister to get out of the bathroom." "We can set up the camera and video stuff while we wait, if you want." "Sure." So we started taking out all the cables and lights to set up our little "studio", and I guess it was a rather surreal experience; there. It had been a long drive that I'd spent happily giggling to myself in almost fevered anticipation. I was already hot! My panties felt damp, and I was fiddling with the buttons on my blouse as I quietly eased the front door open.And there 'she' was... bare-assed naked!"Hi!... come ON in!... Get your clothes off 'n pile on!"... or something like that! She was busily fuckin' him! MY boyfriend!... And she wanted me to fuck 'em both! He was just happily laying in bed with a big ol' hardon, and a. "I hung up after that. Jen and I took turns answering the stupid phone. We knew they wouldn't stop calling till we said something to them.The phone was ringing off the hook. I'm sure glad Jen had called Mel. It would have been hard watching the kids and continually answering the phone and answering the door.We did get a few calls from concerned neighbors and friends. They were hard enough to deal with, let alone all the other calls. Like we didn't have enough problems. Lawyer after lawyer were. Sure enough, he had ‘Friday’ too. She grinned to herself — she and Stan had wide and overlapping tastes, though she’d never quite have the same feel for history that he had, and he’d probably never quite want to read the same science journals that she did. ‘Music, wine, book. Now I just need to relax enough…’ Actually, the wine she’d drunk was more than sufficient to relax her. By the time she’d had that glass of wine and started on another, Anne felt quite floaty. When Mark Knopfler began.