Each time she fell, she felt foolish and years younger than she was. At some point she realized she didn’t have her bow, and she remembered dropping...it. She almost went back for it, but knew she’d never find it without her glasses. So she trudged on.By the time she got home she was cried out, and all she cared about was taking some aspirin for the dull, throbbing ache that was her face, and getting her mother to arrange for new glasses. She didn’t even care that she was going to be yelled at. We lost track of time, we were supposed to leave an hour ago,” she assured me.“You were supposed to never be over at my house again but that didn’t work out either,” I quipped at her.She checked her cell phone and said “Uh-oh, Duray is angry,” she told Cheyenne.“How mad?” Cheyenne looked concern but not entirely worried –almost like it amused her.“He wants us at my house five minutes ago and he said we have to leave our clothes here!” Barbara Jean showed Cheyenne the text and they both stood up. ” I couldn’t hold any longer and I came inside her.Just then the phone started ringing. I turned to the side, and she went to pick up the phone. It was her husband. She calmly sat down on the sofa next to the phone, talking to him, what a scene it was, I went and next to her. I put my arms around her and started caressing her boobs and thighs as she was talking intimately with her husband, totally oblivious to the fact that his wife was in the middle of a sexual sojourn. She started stroking my. .for some reason I just didn't care. I went downstairs, showered and came upstairs, and was really thirsty. I grabbed a huge glass of water and my step mom had been sitting there smoking and I usually never sit there, but, I thought, it defeats the purpose of bringing the glass back into the kitchen so drink it here. Well, halfway through the glass, mind you, I'd been completely naked underneath the robe, and got up to re adjust and the button unsnapped and my robe started to fall open, well my.