And when I started to say that, neat little Mimi came apart in front of me. She told me that I deserved better.Monday she talked with Mizz Donna, wife...of Bill, mother of Cindy and Elise, and from snippets, a story of redemption herself.I think she fixed Mimi.The Mimi that texted me during the day saying ‘we need to talk’ with a smiley face.We had a good evening up to this point and now we’re wrapped up together on my sofa and she’s REALLY getting to me.And she says she loves me, which is what I. " Yeah, how did you do that anyway?" It was easy; I just duplicated your glow with one of my own so it blended together. The only time it didn't work..." Was when she caught you off guard," I interrupted. "If she did something that you reacted to, like that first kiss, and then again when she slapped me." Yeah, like that. I wasn't really what you would call 'thinking' then. I was more reactionary. But I was also afraid and the fear pushed everything else out so I could hide again. After the. Her lips poker through her slit rubbing her clit. Hold on I said I need to call my wife back. I quickly called my wife, letting her now it wasn't that bad that I just twisted my ankle as I stepped of the treadmill. The whole time Liz had her legs spread wide across tge couch rubbing her self licking her own juices whispering, come taste me to me while was talking to my wife. That got me hard again. Told my wife I loved her and hung up, threw the phone on the love seat and stuck me face in. ”“Hmm,” Glenda frowned, swiveling in her chair to dig through the folder of leave slips. It was packed full—the staff was notorious for call-offs and sudden absences. The grouchy older woman was genuinely surprised to find Rebecca was telling the truth about her impeccable attendance. “Looks like this is a first for you, I guess. Everything all right?”“Something the matter?” Carla, one of the middle-aged busybodies among the staff, chimed in, leaning over the office counter. “Trish said there.