She spoke about her unhappiness with her husband and he was trying to be nice with her by calling her honey and darling. Later she invited him to home...for lunch. She said to come after I leave to college . He agreed and ended the call. I thought he could advance with her. So I decided to put a camera in the bedroom and then I left to college. And in the college I was very anxious to know what they were doing at home. In the evening I returned to home I saw some changes in her she was not making. She probably did, too.Monday, Wednesday and Friday afternoons I got to play with Crys's body. I mean: on those days, we spent the afternoons on her sponge bath. I didn't try to do her hair, by the way. The yellow pages yielded a traveling hair person, and she came once per week to un-braid, wash, dry and re-braid the wondrous blonde mane. I didn't like the utilitarian rope of hair that resulted, but it was much easier to deal with.I would wash her back, butt and legs. I usually played a little. “Since there are four of you, you may have one wish apiece!”Pointing to the Maori, he said “Since you found the bottle, you may have the first wish”. The Maori thought for a moment, then said “I wish for a fleet of ships so that I can gather all my people and take them back to our homeland of Aotearoa”.POOF It was done! Thousands of ships appeared on the skyline.The Indian said “I wish for enough aircraft to take all fellow Indians back to our homeland!”POOF It was done! Row after row of. Behind the slit of the opening, Christine’s eyes filled with horror. She had been sound asleep until she had heard some loud banging and groaning. At first she had tried to ignore it, but it was incessant, so she had come out of her bedroom wearing only her panties and a girl’s small spaghetti-strapped t-shirt to investigate. When she got to the bathroom door she had wanted to just open it up, but that’s when she had heard her mother calling someone a "little trampy slut." Christine, shocked to.