I have a lip gloss that matches your nails,and I put it out on the dresser. I know you know how to use it. Otherthan that, you can just wear your own ...lothes for the moment." I waitednervously, and finally the door rang."Hi Boss," she said. "You recovered from yesterday?" Not really. Edith told me about the big Facebook joke. But I'm OK. Howabout you?" Oh, I had a blast," said Ivy. "Couldn't you tell?" Well," said Edith, "It's time to all get on the same page. I just madea fresh pot of coffee.. "I said, "I believe in the power of change." Go on!" Debbie said, waving us out. "At least I have Bobby Ewing to keep me company." Who?" I said. The name sounded familiar."Dallas," said Amy."I'll let you know what happens," Debbie informed, "unless you'll be home in time to watch it." She said the last in a teasing manner looking at me.Oh! Dallas! I remembered. Had J.R. been shot yet? It was better not to ask the question."She won't be home in time," I told Debbie.I took her to a nice steak. But Mom never said anything about what she planned or anything and I wastoo chicken to ask because I wasn't sure I wanted to know. Anyway after afew days I kind of stopped worrying about it for the most part because Ijust got used to it and by the time Christmas Eve came it had been likeabout nine or maybe ten days and I wasn't really thinking about it muchanymore. The were a couple of presents under the tree for me and a couplefrom me to my Mom and that was about it and we both went to bed. A tray on the desk contained the remains of her room service. Butter: it had worked for Marlon Brando. Working swiftly before she changed her mind, Kimberly lubricated a finger and pressed it inside her. It was neither painful, nor unpleasant. The ring of flesh pressed tightly around her finger. With her right hand in her ass, she had to work her clit with the left. It felt different. She had a sense, a sensation of being centered about her ass. A finger or a cock in her cunt gave her a.