Of course, THEN I remembered my clothing was scattered around the couch in the main room. Just then the door cracked and a hand reached inside, holdin... my slacks as well as some of my other discarded apparel. I put my panties and slacks on. I started to take Mark's shirt off only to discover that my bra wasn't included in the bundle. Oh well. I looked in the mirror and grimaced. I managed to comb my short hair with my fingers but I still looked like the wrath of God. I shrugged. If seeing me. "I didn't tell her where itcame from or how I got hold of it. You know what she did? She stared at meas if I'd just pulled out a pornographic magazine. Then she was off, andher daughter with her. Not a word from either of them. They knew what itwas. They'd been through that house. So why did they leave the casketthere?"I close my eyes out of sheer vexation. Is this ever going to end?"I wouldn't worry about it," I murmur."No, I don't suppose you would. You're not the one who has to decide whatto. Some more crumbs fell onto her with another crunch, but also some falling onto me, right by my eyes, I could only blink and hope that I don't get any directly in my eye. After a short while she had finished her breakfast and took a few sips of her coke. She then put the drink down and looked down at me."Ooh look," she groaned, "I'm covered in crumbs! Get all this for me."She demanded as she held her legs open more making sure my head wasn't restrained between her thighs."Ok Mistress." I replied. ” Sonja told me I was never getting it back. Honestly, I didn’t mind. I got dressed, and Sonja climbed into the passenger seat of my ancient Focus. “Honestly, you are such an inhibited prude.” She pulled off my shirt and opened my pants. I stepped back out, stripped, and threw all of my clothes in the back seat. “Thass whut I talkin’ ‘bout!” said Sonja through her grin. Driving her downtown while completely nude was exhilarating. We passed a cop car, I asked her if she knew them. “Nope, and.