.." she said."I agree," I told her tersely, watching the water run brown down the tubdrain.She sprayed me down for several minutes before setting the ...prayer down andnoticing her nightgown. "Oh, guess I didn't get out of this without my ownmess, huh?"I shook my head. "I'm surprised you still have it," shot out of my mouthbefore I could stop myself.I watched her face then as tears streamed down. "Ho..." she stopped with hervoice catching. "How about we use Mommy's tub to finish cleaning us up?"I. I have always considered myself straight, but as I have got older I have become bi-curious, only when I'm dressed up though.I was out of town on a business trip and I went to Walmart and bought a pair of panties, stockings and a mini skirt. I then went to a gas station bathroom and put on my girly things under my man clothes. While I was in the men's room there was a message on the wall that said, 'call for a good time.' So I wrote down the number and went to a payphone, yeah, back then there. She turned the box into a full Greek column in that painting. There was another painting where Peter and Meagan sat cross legged both more or less facing the easel, but at an angle looking away from each other. Debbie was particularly happy with the way Peter's hard cock had protruded from his body in that pose.However her favorite was another painting where both her models were facing her. Meagan was kneeling in front of Peter. It had been tricky to get her daughter to pose in that position,. ‘No sign of your big friend so I’ll wager you’ve nothing to report. Now beat it.’ Phyre huffed. This had gone so much smoother in her head. The plans she had made in bed last night were so fresh that they felt to have happened only moments ago. Last night had crept by far slower than nights usually did. After dinner with the Lanises, a shepherd’s pie, Phyre had plotted out the way in which she would approach her goal tomorrow. The mysterious liquid that she had drunk still hadn’t manifested.