"You'll wow her." I hope you're right," she replied. "Wish me luck." You know it."With that she drove downtown to the skyscraper where Lymon Lingerie ...ad its headquarters. In the lobby she was directed to the 27th floor where she found the modern interior design overwhelming.Marsha tried to hide her nervousness as she approached the receptionist."I'm ... I'm Marsha Collins," she said using her maiden name. "I have an appointment with Ms. Lymon." Ah, yes, Ms. Collins. Please have a seat. Ms.. ) I don't mean looking them up and down; I can get a reasonable picture with an overall glance from the counter the second she walks through the door. And that overall glance is sufficient; as long as she's not obviously disgusting, she meets my criteria. What are my criteria? Simple. If I can get my rocks off every couple of hours without having to take the cunt out to dinner or a movie and without throwing up, she'll do.When I say every couple of hours, I don't mean to suggest that my batting. We worked for a few hours, priming and painting the tree house.All of a sudden, there was a CRASH of thunder! It wasn’t long before it started raining in sheets. As we were getting soaking wet, I said to him, “Let’s get out of here and go to my house!”“Okay!” He said. Fortunately, my house was only a couple minutes away (while his was much further).We sloshed inside, drenched. I got a couple towels so we could try to dry off.“Thanks for helping with the tree house,” He said.“No problem,. .. legal?"Jean ducked down low (and stifling an =Ouch!= when 'his' boobs met 'his' knees), below the divider's wall.Small Willy sounded anything but sick about the idea, "It's not like we're going to strip her."John thought (one knee thumping to the floor), =What!!?!=Stan persisted, "But don't we have to take her clothes off to put the clothes on her?"Willy said, "It'd only be stripping if we don't put clothes on her!" (Jean thought, =Pervert's logic.=)John's mother said, dead earnestly, "And.