. as I enter, she is in bed, she looks feverish indeed!She has red blushes at her cheeks ... I feel her forehead - not so bad - let me take your temp...rature, my dear Every inch into her horny intentions, she turns to her belly and waits for me to pull down the sheets and her slipDoes her hot dream come true, or mine or of us both? ... She doesn't wear anything underneath her long shirt!Unusual wet twat she sports ... but I pretend I do not notice as I coolly insert the temp into her tasty. " You knew the rule. I've seen you now, there's no putting the Genieback in the bottle, I can't unsee you." But it wasn't my fault." Are you suggesting that it was my fault? Anyway, what's your name whenyou're dressed like that?" It's Walter, the same as it always is." Walter's a man's name and you're no man, are you?"He looked down at the floor. This wasn't nice for her, he realised, butthat wasn't an excuse to belittle him like that. He started to protest."Don't come that tone of voice. He then started questioning them under caution.Establishing that the women lived in the house alone and that the menwere visitors."Do you have a male maid called Bianca?"They agreed they had."Which of you gave him a beating in the last thirty six hours or so?"They both admitted they had."You'd better start by giving me Bianca's details, what is his fullname?"Jenny had to admit that she was married to him and that his real namewas Brian which came as a shock to the men. Jenny had claimed she. ” She said as she slipped into the bathroom.No tonight I thought. I laid out a one of my sleep shirts for Emma. I wasn’t a frilly lingerie type of girl when it came to sleepwear. I just wanted to be warm and comfortable. Most times I just wore one of Bryan’s oversized t-shirts or even one of his long tailed dress shirts to bed.I dried my hair and slipped into the long dress shirt. Emma appeared through the bathroom door. Her hair was sort of all over the place as she tried to dry off while.