Finally Liz told me to go below and put on the outfit she'd picked out for me. I quickly hurried down the steps. I picked up the T-shirt she'd left ou... on the bed and pulled it on. I looked around for some shorts or something, but there was nothing else. I sat down on the edge of the bed and began to cry. It wasn't more than 30 seconds later that Liz called me up to the deck. Obediently I arose and climbed the stairs. The shirt only hung down a couple of inches below my crotch and I could feel. If I faw, I cant save mysewf.? I was horrified yet fascinated by the changes and gently stroked his glossy cheek. Next I fingered his long silky eyelashes. A tiny tear glistened in his wide staring eyes and grew until it became a liquid pool of blue. I suddenly realised that Colin couldn?t blink as an automatic reaction; he had to consciously close his eyes then slowly reopen them. They looked just like the slow moving eyelids of the old fashioned dolls that only moved if you tilted the. He guided her to lie on her stomach on the floor, and then he looked up at me and uttered, “Do not mind it, just take it casually. You can stay her or go outside”. My wife asked me to stay in the room. I remained seated there with a growing erection under my trousers in anticipation. Now he again told my prostrated wife, “Stay cool. Pull aside your towel now; I need your back to be fully uncovered.My wife now acted out bolder; she simply sat up, and yanked the towel off her top, thus letting. Scarlett had emerged from her slumbers. ‘Typical bloke. I was hoping for another shag before you pissed off. Oh, hello. I’m Scarlett.’ She sounded chirpy, so I was sure it was not her who shrieked. Mr J and I held our collective breathes until the door slammed and then collapsed into uncontrollable laughter. As I wiped tears from my eyes a minute or two later I caught sight of Scarlett leaning against the kitchen door jamb. She glanced from Mr J to me and back as if expecting an explanation. We.