This time Vanessa would never have gottenaway with trying to pretend she was a boy. She sat there sulking with herfingers and toes painted lilac and h...r hair a mass of curls. Much to bothof our horror she had me do most of the curling of Vanessa's hair underclose supervision. The scolding looks Vanessa was giving me did nothingto help the terrible humiliation of being aboy playing makeover with hisfriend. She had most of it down with the top layer tied in the back witha Lilac ribbon that. And now I finally get to meet you and thank you for your unbelievably heartfelt gesture.”Then the realization struck her, “What are the odds that our spouses would die in the same accident, then three years later to the day, the other husband saves the other wife’s life? We were only minutes apart from a meeting when I was hit! Imagine the unbelievable coincidence of us being there at the same time!”“Maybe it was fate, and what if we were meant to meet yesterday, but not because of your. Jean chose to ignore them, snuggling up to me. "Next time I get stupid, treat me like Karen," she husked. "Backhand me across the mouth, toss me over the nearest piece of furniture, and do that to me. Eventually, I'll either learn better or act up just to get the sex..."I chuckled. "That isn't EXACTLY what I would do to Karen - but it might work for you!" It'll work - trust me." Jean smiled tentatively. I leaned in and slipped her the tongue for a while and she cuddled right up.When I broke the. Since a number of people don't know how to play poker, and we have more girls then guys, we though we would play as teams. There are nine of us, so we could form three teams of three players each. Each team could have 2 girls and 1 guy. Each team would also have a couple of people who understood poker and one who didn't. The game would end when one of the teams had lost all their clothes. There would be a ten minute penalty period in which we all get to ogle to the losers ... ah ... natural.