I hate elevators that makes me feel as if I left my stomach behind but at that time, I wished I was having such an experience, it would of broken the ...pell I was under, I would of had time to escape her magic, but it weren't meant to be, the elevator was slow, too slow, seconds became minutes. I saw her skirt disappeared leaving her standing in panties that match her bra, if her bra failed to contain her breasts then her panties failed much worse for every where her body was pouring out of. "Of course, dear, I'm fine," answered Carmen attempting to appear casual."Why do you ask?"Terry could see that Carmen was trying to avoid talking, but she knew thatno matter what was wrong it would be better to talk it out with a friendespecially if it was as upsetting as it apparently was to Carmen. "Well Icouldn't help but overhear you crying and I thought that maybe somethingwas bothering you," continued Terry."Oh, I must apologize for worrying you. It is nothing really, but thankyou for. I suppose they thought they would be playing house. Yet the voices continued long after we turned off the game and I laid on the couch in the living room next to the kitchen. It was there that I stared at the ceiling, trying to fall asleep and partially home sick. I don't know how long I lay there when the light in the kitchen turned on throwing out shadows across the living room. So I sat up to see who it was. There, standing on a foot stool, reaching in the cupboard was Lana. Her back to me.. After removing my hand, I slowly sashay my hands up your torso and once again cup your beautiful breast. I then move you over so I can get out. I lean over before leaving the room and kiss your soft warm lips. In the room was a package I suggested you to get. I let you know I would be in the front room when you are ready. I waited patiently for nearly 30 minutes, then you came in. You walked into the open room, dressed in a negligée and glamorized from head to toe. Your beauty was and as.