His response was very corporate, and CC'd to everybody,which was SOP and completely normal. His email said, "Well deserved and can't wai... to work moreclosely with you in the future." I read an awful lot of sexy things into that. Then I realized I was hungry, and needed to go out to getsome groceries. A shower, where I shaved my legs and groin and arms andchest, led me to putting clothes on, but two things made me sad. One, Iwas putting boy clothes on,. Matthew repeatedly asked me if I was serious about not being mad. I told him that I am totally fine with that and I don't care if he continued to enjoy them. He thanked me like a hundred times when I got the balls to say that if he wanted I would give him the pair I have been wearing for 2 days. Matthew immediately said that if I was serious he would love to have them. I sent a picture of the crotch to him and teased him asking if he really wanted his sisters panties. I don't know why. I squeezed as much water out as I could then rolled them into a towel and twisted it tight then stood on it. With the skirt, I put the wet spot directly under the faucet and saturated the area that shadowed the fabric then squeezed out the water, saturated it again, and squeezed harder. Finally, I rolled the skirt into a large bath towel blotted out as much wetness as I could.Going back to the room I was pleasantly surprised to see Sioban stretched out under the sheet on Ryan’s lower. ‘Everything except my turn, I think.’ Paul reached for the camcorder, ran it back to the beginning of the sequence and played it back. They watched together as the erotic escapade unfolded once more. Rachel blushed at the clarity of the image, which left nothing to the imagination. ‘I can’t believe that was me,’ she murmured. ‘I don’t behave so…so wantonly.’ ‘You do now.’ Paul tapped the camcorder. ‘And here’s the evidence.’ Rachel giggled and buried her face in her hands. Paul stood up, pulled.