My wife went to our room and Beverly went to the guest room, while I stayed up to watch television. About 15 minutes had gone by, and I could see that...our bedroom light was out.Then Beverly came out of her room to get a glass of water. There was a direct path from her room to the kitchen, but for some reason she decided to go through the living room where I was. What she had on really started to get to me. Or should I say, "what she DIDN'T have on."She was wearing a blue baby doll nightgown and. I thought. Now to see if Kim was still up. I checked my watch. It was 11:30. I had a shot. When I walked in the door it was Rachel who greeted me from her seat at the kitchen table.“It’s about time!” she said immediately deflating my good mood. “Kim made me wait up for you. She said I had to keep an eye on the temperature thingy until you got home.”“Yeah, because YOUR life depends on it” I replied, feeling my anger rise.“Whatever.” She said dismissedly and got up from the table. This was her. Maggie lay on her back and parted her legs. It was the first time Logan had seen Maggie in all her beauty; the last time he had seen her naked, she was getting hammered by Jeremy. Maggie was quite unlike Sophie, in terms of figure. While Sophie had large breasts, light bronzed skin and was half a head taller; Maggie was more petite and had smaller tits. Maggie’s dark hair framed her face and her small milky white tits seemed to curve upwards slightly and were capped with large, soft nipples.. Because of the cool weather, she woreher long sleeve, maroon, mock neck pullover top. She had finished hersalad and was sipping her coffee when, to her surprise and concern, bothAmanda and Sara entered the restaurant and sat at her table."Hello, ma'am; hello Mistress," she addressed the two, her slightlytrembling voice betraying her worry. Feeling somehow..., inferior..., evenafraid of Amanda, Pamela stared at her nails, which she had paintedlight blue just before dinner."Hi, Pamela," Sara.