With some deliberation Joan applied a lipliner just outside her natural lip line and followed it with a kiss-prooflipstick that matched her manicure. ...A quick spray of Chanel No 5 and ashake of her recently treated hair, Joan was almost ready.With a tap of heels across the room, she shrugged into the laced silknegligee and checked her image in the mirror one more time. Blowing akiss at the image, she stepped out of the room.The flickering light of the fireplace provided a guide and the low. “I like your muscles,” she breathlessly remarked, as she reached behind her back and unfastened the clasp that held her brassiere in place. She slipped the spaghetti straps of her bra down her arms and held her bra in place with one hand.“Do you like?” she asked, looking down at her breasts and then she looked back up at me.“Yes,” I replied. She dropped her hand, and the bra, revealing her small but wonderful breasts, with nipples that stood straight out.“Do you like?” she inquired.I was. Well, I drove certain distances homeward, anyway. I cheated outrageously, and teleported myself and the car when the occasion struck my fancy, and when my computer assured me there were no surveillance satellites in the immediate area looking my way, or at where I would be arriving. I just did not want to drive the actual miles in between my home in Alaska, and the school in Texas.The weather was definitely turning colder. It was late in the year, now. Cold, in Alaska, is a serious thing. I. ..except this time it was worse. As I bent over to try and pick up my pants my uncle ran up and pulled my panties down!!! I screamed at the top of my lungs and just got in the fetal position trying to cover up. I just kept thinking to myself that everyone just saw my butt but I managed to barely cover up my front so I didn't completely go crazy and tried laughing about it. Then as I was just about done pulling my pants over my hips a group of friends started yanking on my pants and this.