She was concerned that if she and Paul were to leave, even for as little as 20 mins. that people would notice. I informed Karen that perhaps we should...leave, and ask Paul to come to our house within 10 minutes. However, Paul needed to be reassured that it was ok by me for him to come back to our house, and potentially fuck my wife. Karen then asked me to speak to Paul. When I approached Paul, he was really embarassed. I reassured him by saying that it was ok by me, and that if he wanted he. " She looked at me with her hypnotic eyes & gave a perfect smile, which...to me anyway, mean "I want you, fuck me!", She slowly removed her top & her bottoms, now shes wearing nothing but a bra & panties, she whispered "You want the rest? Do it yourself" So i grabbed her panties with my teeth & ever so slowly pulled them right off, while also kissing her thigh, on the way down. Then i took her bra, unhooked it & kissed every inch of her body, heading down to her exposed, beautifully shaven. I turned on the TV and sat in shock trembling, shivering. I watched as the second plane hit. The smoke, the fire. The TV cut to the Pentagon. Shit! My aunt works there! I ran and got dressed and then sat in front of the TV, watching, waiting for news. I cried, thinking one of my favorite teachers was dead. My aunt, was she alive? The phones to Washington D.C. were busy. My mom called, I kept her updated as she continued at work. The afternoon wore on, I cried as the Towers collapsed. Panicked. " "I'm sure you could do it, but I don't want to break it down. Thanks for the offer." "Umm, Mrs. Williams?" "Yeah, sweety?" "I really gotta pee. Could you . . . uh . . . turn around?" I asked as I motioned my finger in a spinning motion. With this inquiry she remembered her clothing situation or lack thereof and quickly covered herself up, before she turned around. "Oh my gosh, sure sweety, pretend I'm not even here." she cupped her hands over her ears. "Just let me know when you're finished.".