Pulling back at bit, she continued, “Go lay down for awhile and think of me, like I’m going to think of you, until tonight.” Mom kissed my ear, ...brushing past me as she walked out of the closet.I composed myself and followed. Mom was already lying on the bed beside Dad. I walked toward the door, but Mom called out before I reached it.“Wake us before dinner, Michael.”I turned to look at her. She was lying on her back, propped up on a couple of pillows with her feet stretched out but when my eyes. She was a pretty little thing, and young. In fact, my gut reaction was that she was much too young for her companion. Although fit, there was little doubt that he was closer to 50 then 40. Rough around the edges, but still good looking, and tall, making her look even younger than my guess of early 20’s.I watched as he led her down the aisle, trying to get a better look while pretending to be engrossed in a suddenly unappetizing spy thriller. Finally, I was rewarded as he took a seat a handful. "Put me in your backpack, I may accidentally take control of your body if I touch you." I said, lifting a front paw to point at his backpack. Odd obliged and put the backpack on its side, allowing me to enter it. After I got inside Odd's backpack, he closed the top and put it on his back. Before leaving, he gave his sleeping lover a kiss on the cheek before making our way to the factory.As Odd was speeding up on his skateboard in the sewers, he got a call from someone. "Yeah Einstein? Wait,. She overcompensates though, and the top of her towel slips and folds down over her lower hand. So now she is stuck with one arm covering her completely-bare chest, and one hand holding her entire towel in front of her pussy. She can't move without uncovering one or the other. She yells "OH MY GOD, CLOSE YOUR EYES!" but Eric ignores the order.She tries to raise her lower hand and fumble with the towel to straighten it out, but this just keeps failing, and suddenly Eric uses his free hand to.