I pointed out to her that her pussy was betraying her and allowing me to know how she actually felt. Who is he I asked? Who is who she asked. Who is t...e guy you are thinking about that got your pussy so wet. She said Tim. I hadn't thought of him as a lover for my wife. He's very quiet and doesn't strike me as someone my wife would have the hots for. She said when we pass the number and his hand touches mine it makes my pyssy wet. I said well I like him and I think he would be a safe fuck, by. He mentioned the Earth year of 207145, but he never mentioned the date. So... I guess anytime. We have a 50% chance that we have at least three months. Let's be optimistic and assume we have that much..." So what do we do?" I asked. I looked at Jim first, then Isabelle.Isabelle finally answered. "We never came up with a plan that made any sense. We'll just have to use our imaginations and hope... that we come up with something..." Isabelle noticed Cindy was looking kind of shell shocked. She. As do one teenage girl and her genie. You should have seen them the following week at school. None of them could look us in the eye.”Sophie then picked up Alexis’ lamp, and handed Lumiosa’s to Matt.“Come on then, let’s see how our girls have been doing,” She said, and the two of them rubbed their lamps. The two genies then appeared on the sofa, naked, and cuddled up in each-other’s arms. They both opened their eyes, feeling the call of their lamps.“You ... you called, Master?” Lumiosa said. Her usual twenty-minute commute became over an hour long, thanks in part to over a dozen accidents on the road from the rain and people not knowing how to drive in it. All she wanted was a shot or four of the tequila she had hidden in the cupboard above the refrigerator, and maybe a hot bath. Arriving home, she gathered her things, reminding herself that in a few moments, she'd be drinking her bad day away and then she wouldn't care anymore. Up the stairs in the pouring rain she went carrying.