Just then, the panties detached themselves from her and hovered over her bra in the floor. Kate stared dumbfounded as they wrung themselves out in mi...-air, dripping her love juices over her bra.“What the… “ is all that came out before Kate saw the straps of her bra wiggle on their own. She gasped as it leaped off the floor and onto her breasts, snapping itself on in one quick motion.“Oh fuck you too? But how?” Kate asked but ceased to care as her bra began to knead and work her chests. There was emotion there, but I couldn't identify what kind of emotion it was. She was acting so calm ... measured almost ... like she was acting out a scene she had practiced for a long time."Do you like my PJs?" she asked.Never in a thousand years would I have called what she was wearing "PJs". It was another odd little thing that suggested she wasn't quite as sure of herself as she appeared to be. Then again, what the hell did you call something like that?"Uh huh." I said, arching my hips up. "So after our conversation, at dinner, Bridget told the girls what I hadtold her, explaining that she agreed. The girls reacted like they werebeing punished.After we had had dinner and the girls had gone up to their rooms to dotheir homework I saw that Bridget showed me that she had been reading abook on parenting. She told me, "It says here that 'traditionally amother is protective of her children, whereas the father's role is toencourage the children to experiment and try things out.' You. So I had learned that the smell could be contained in a more or less sealed area, if properly vented. The volume of carbon dioxide released into the air had to be minimal for that to work in an urban setting.I also learned that morning that the mash had almost finished 'working off', as they said in the business. It would be time to cook at almost any moment. I had other things to do but cooking would have to begin that evening or the next day for sure.I left the office for my meeting with.