I’m not dressed yet either.” “I’m not either. I like lounging in my undies and tee.” “I would love to be kissing u hard, right now, as I...let my fingers do the walking.....for starters.” “I love them starters, god I miss you baby!” I lowered my head, began to cry softly, and typed. “I miss you too, all I can think about at night, is making love to you. It’s going to be along while, before I go to see my auntie again.” “Well I have an idea.” “Better than phone sex I hope. Not that I don’t. They might have been outcasts in their former life, but here they were admired for every little thing. As I finished the last bite, Jackson had my heels ready for my feet. I swung my legs out of bed and slipped out. All of their eyes were fixed on me as I stood there in a short, pale blue nightie and matching pale blue stockings. Jackson quickly placed my fur coat on my body and together we walked out of my bedroom. “So who is coming to celebrate my birthday?” I asked smugly as we walked down. As this happens, I feel increasing wetness against my crotch. Her bowels release gas and bladder empties, soaking her. Poor former Deputy Press Secretary must’ve held that in till the very end. Then she’s silent, except for a few muscle spasms and jerks. This means that she’s gone and willing, resting against the dumpster. Her round ass is sticking out nicely and it’s on the perfect height, like waiting to be taken by me. I plan to take on that offer.I immediately glance around me; no one. I. She was about twenty-two or so, Herb figured, nice ass,nice legs from what he could tell through the jeans."I do so hate eating hamburger every day, don't you?" the girl said.Herb looked around, and there was nobody there at the meat counter but he and thegirl."I don't like hamburger much either," he said, "but my mom-" he shrugged.The girl gave him a warm smile. "I know how it is," she said."Listen," Herb said, "I've got this recipe for stew, from the Scouts, and it's real good,if you'd like,.