I put the folder back down on the shelve and made her comfortable, then I wondered if she had, like I had sex.The back door was closed so I eased her ...short skirt up and looked at her panties, a small triangular patch, she was wearing a thong, something with her short dress and stockings, would bare her ass to anyone looking, as the chord would ride between her cheeks making it look as though she was without underwear.Then, without warning, I reached up and pulled her thong down and took it off,. “So what’s going on?” “We’re switching places until the weekend.” “Really?” His voiced raised in pitch just a notch. “Why?” Emily stood up and pulled him to her by the front of his shirt. “Because I want to be your wife for a few days. Do you mind?” “You mean like cooking and everything?” he asked. “Yeah, like cooking,” she said, leaving a pause, “and everything.” She twisted him around and pushed him down into the seat she’d vacated. She straddled his legs and sat down on him. “So, we can do. "Guess she's not at Mel's," Finn commented, as they drove past the darkened diner. "Looks like everyone in town went home. This storm is pretty bad." Yeah, but it's three in the afternoon. That's pretty early to shut down, even for Eagles Landing. It's weird that nobody's out and about-," she paused, as a familiar yellow Hummer passed them, travelling in the other direction. Its MATTRACKS flung snow and ice everywhere. "Well, nobody good, anyways." What's he want?" Finn wondered aloud, as the. He could not work out whether she was bored of him, or still a little tired. "And I'm into you. Girls like you." Dean smiled. Lottie glared, "No, really, before you met me. What kind of girls you into?" Dean sat lost in thought, he sipped his orange juice and then thought some more. He could hear the clanging of cutlery coming from in the kitchen and the bubbling of the coffee machine in the background. "I don't know, someone a bit quiet like me. Someone who likes art and films. Cool films you.