..No. Stop it. You've been driving all night, Blu, and you're starting to get really fucking loopy. Go get a hot chocolate and wake the fuck up.I took...a deep breath and exited the bathroom, walking over to a table and sitting down. Like I had told myself in the bathroom, I got a cup of hot chocolate and sipped it as I read a book from my backpack.I finished up, feeling more alert and awake, and I slung my backpack over my shoulder and marched out.I swung the door open and felt the cold December. Idoubt you found anything you could fit into."I nodded, "But I still like looking at her outfits and shoes." I think you make a very good Carole."I smiled in response, and Jack continued, "When I came home tonight, youlooked exactly like her. You had me almost speechless when I realizedit wasn't her who was dancing."Jack's eyes bore into me, assessing me, the woman, his wife for theevening, and, hopefully, finding everything to his suiting. While I didnot need him to get me drunk to take our. She exhaled a shuttering breath and moaned. The genie lifted his head from her breasts. Quickly he pulled the tarp off the love seat and guided Miriam backward onto it. As she sat down on the soft cushions he knelt before her, grabbed hold of her panties by the sides, his fingertips under the elastic, and pulled them toward him. She raised herself up to help. Her underwear rolled inside out as the genie slid them down over her legs. Staring into her eyes and smiling, he nudged her legs apart.. We both froze, it was only a few seconds, but it seemed so much longer. Then she said, “oh, Arth....” “Shit! I’m sorry Liz” I abruptly interrupted. I closed the door and shot to the spare room with complete embarrassment and also arousal at the sight of her thighs and those sexy pink satin panties. It puzzled me why she would wear those panties though. I mean, they looked so sexy and she usually dressed so plain and conservative, they seemed so uncharacteristic of her. But then again, that.