Combine that with her bottle of wine during dinner, she was animated.We went back to the room where I had intended to work on my laptop, and catch up ...fter the day away from the office. She out music in started dancing and cracked another bottle of wine.I ignored, as best I could, her dancing, stumbling snd when she sat down on the couch, she sat legs open and loose.She leaned back on the couch and was out. Through her solid snoring, I shook to wake her to get her into her room. She stirred a. Grinding their asses against you, I’m surprised you didn’t whip that cock of yours out and start fucking them on the floor, wouldn’t that be a sight to see.”Jake leaned his head back, and was greeted with a pleasant view of Ms. Dyers cleavage right above his forehead.“Yeah, It was pretty nice, It looked like a lot of the guys here were pretty jealous of the action I was getting.” Jake said as he turned his head and body to face his teacher. “Have you been chaperoning all night? This is the. "Nothing.I sighed. I put my hand on the counter and shook my head slowly in frustration. If only I was invisible.My hand went into the countertop.Yes!I pulled my hand out.If only I was visible. I touched the counter. I was solid again.If only I was invisible. My hand went through it again.Okay, I had to mentally wish it. It wasn't some kind of verbal mantra. It was a certain kind of thought. Perhaps it worked on a certain brainwave? It didn't matter. What mattered was it worked.I noticed I was. He had learned to ignore the snoring, the snorting, and the wheezes from chronic congestion that plagued her night and day.They had a sort of truce between them on that score.He never mentioned her noisy night sounds and she totally ignored his inability to restrain his passing of gas in the dark -- providing he was pointing his ass in the opposite direction.He fantasized in the dark about the pair of Swedish airline hostesses and their eagerness to offer their gleaming white buttocks to his.