I swear I had put it on the bed, but I can't find it anywhere. Have you seen it?" This tunic?"As he turned, I held out my arms, waiting. My gaze was g...ued to his face, and I couldn't breathe. When he caught sight of me, he froze, staring, his mouth slightly open.I was wearing nothing but his sleeping tunic, the last piece of relatively clean laundry he had kept out when we sent our clothes to be washed. It was off-white, though I guessed it probably started out actually white. It was enormous. That’s the most amazing thing I could have asked for. Like I said, you show me how much you love me when you can punish me like that without hating me. Making me suck you after you’d been in my ass! Where did you come up with that?!!?”“Honestly? Your mom,” I told her. “When I was with her, I was gonna cum on her face, but she just stuck it back in her mouth instead. I figured that if there was anyone out there that’d get off on that, it was going to be you.”“Wow!” she breathed, thinking about. Another justifiable reason in my mind at least, to hold a bit of animosity towards my sister for that, amongst other things. As such, though the den itself was finished, the one wall separating the den from the laundry area remained framed, but still open. Making my way down the hall, I then entered into the unfinished still under construction portion of the laundry area, which was as usual, darkened with the only light coming from the one dim table lamp that was on. I carefully made my way. I think I'll call him when I sign off. He's male and it is Sunday... there is a small likelihood that he is watching football. I may go easy on the "trashy slut" talk just to see if he is interested in hooking up again without that added motivation.Love you, C.From: ChrisOctober 24, 2006Well, I called Dave at lunch today and I didn't get good vibes from him at all. I have a feeling that in the harsh light of day I looked pretty much the slut, bedding him and his roommate on the night that I met.