She undressed and put on a garter belt with stockings. She put on one of her best evening dresses. She heard Bill come in the house. She took somethin... out of a dresser drawer and hurriedly placed it in the bathroom. She ran to meet Bill. Bill didn’t need to change. He is an executive at an accounting firm. He was already in a suit and tie. Jane drove to the restaurant. They had a nice quiet dinner. They did not talk at all. They stared at each other lovingly. Jane was thinking about how much. " I knew you bought the darkroom equipment. I guess that I should have known that you took photos. I'll have to stop by and see them." Just let me know."We ate our lunch and I walked her back to work before driving home. I changed into some shorts and went into the den. I called the CEOs of all the different companies. I got through to half of them and chatted for a few minutes about any concerns or problems they could have on their plate. For the most part, the business plans were tracking. Gosh. The next message is five minutes later and is a photo of Tracey asleep in the chair! She’s out for the count! It looks like she dropped her drink as she nodded off and there is a wet mark down her blouse and in the lap of her gorgeous black skirt. I text back. “Oh dear! Would you like me to come and get you, sweetie? “ I’m thinking that if she’s out for the count the party may well be over so to speak. Disappointed again, but slightly relieved.Another message comes back “Your wife might. Loan (in Peter's body): "w-w-what are you doing Mum? This isillegal!! Our religion.. ohhh... ohhh... No, Mum! You have to stop!Noo... yess... Yes..."But Mrs.Crawler doesnt stop While also struggling to suppress Julie'smind inside her brain that screaming about this immoral activity IT ISYOUR OWN SON's DICK! FOR GOD SAKE!!She constantly try to remember her own experience of giving oral to herhusband Instead of automatically remember that she is now giving oral toher "son"Meanwhile, Julie in.