“Let’s go. Now!”Once at our nearby department store, I had to follow her into the departments she chose. She picked up a pleated, lacy white sk...rt, a satiny, spaghetti strapped top, a bra, size 36C (not her size), matching panties, thigh highs, black high heels and a Britney Spears type hat.I began to feel a sense of what was to come added to my already uncomfortable state of humiliation.When we were checking out, my wife whispered into my ear, “Won’t my bitch look good?” When I didn’t. Suddenly Beauty was sounding like her old self. "Combustion Fuel Enginesimulation mode," announced the trucks computer."Hey Beauty, my passengers want to know if you can open a link to yoursister." BJ called out over the live link that was still active."I don't know, let me ask my truck," Contacting the Colonel now, please hold while I secure communicationsbetween all vehicles in the convoy." Go ahead Blackfoot Princess," I heard my sister say as clear as if shewas sitting beside me."We're all. As he stopped at the edge of the bed she pulled away from him slightly, her messy light brown hair framing her beautiful face as she flashed him a devilish smile. Her big, ocean blue eyes stared back at him in the dimly lit room, almost giving off their own light that seemed to illuminate her face.He was lost and powerless as he continued to hold her pale, naked body in his arms. Her full, tear dropped-shaped breasts hung softly on her chest, rising and falling with each breath. Her tiny pink. ” “I can’t, darling, much as I want to, I can’t. You told Dan you would deliver me safe and sound, remember?” “I didn’t say when; do you feel safe and sound?” Laura kissed Greg and purred. She looked at the clock, 12:45. “We have time for once more, then you better be a good prince charming and take me home. I’ll make time where I can stay a day or two soon, I promise.” At two-thirty, Laura and Greg were kissing under the porch light Dan had left on for her return. Both looked worse for wear.