Mack and I watched her leave and looked at each other and grinned. He said, "Man your wife is awesome." I agreed. I sat there wondering if the fun was...over. A couple of minutes later she came out of the bathroom wearing a "wife beater" t-shirt of Mack's she found in his dresser. The sides of both her breasts were spilling out the side of his armholes in the shirt and the material was pressed tight against her brown nipples making them easy to see through the thin material. She had pulled it. He couldn't believe that he had forgotten her insults and the way that she had ignored him. Sam needed to be shown the error of her ways; to be convinced of the power of the Swami. He was about to thank the Swami for his guidance when Strange lifted up his hands sending two shimmering globes of light along the corridor towards Gregg. As they passed him the walls of the corridor dissolved with a soft hissing noise and he was laying, sweat soaked, in his own bed.He rolled over with a groan. These. The g-string had not only split the back of her, but had begun to crease her pussy lips, revealing a slight bulge to either side. She pulled again at her spare underwear and let out a slight moan. “Naked, now.” She pointed at me. I stood just in the doorway and began to take my clothes off. As I did, she pulled her panties to the side, showing her already wet pussy, and began to rub slowly with one finger. I quickly removed all my clothes, eager to join in. She stopped playing with herself only. "He was silent for a few moments before continuing. "Don't worry where we are. We'll be there by the time you step outside. Just don't panic when you see us. I've got a few Anglo friends with me," he added with a short chuckle."Thanks, Uncle Joseph. This is really important. I appreciate it." How the hell does it do that?" Cynthia asked, unable to restrain her curiosity any longer. "I mean, there's a hell of a lot of technology behind a simple phone call. It travels via transmission towers,.