"Decided to come up and see what I like to wear?" Um, well, I wish I could lie, but I guess there's no point in trying now," I replied, still very emb...arrassed. "I have to confess that I've always wanted to know and when nobody was around this afternoon, well," I trailed off."You got horny and checked," she finished my sentence. "You know, curiosity killed the cat," she reminded me as she walked over to the bed and sat down."Yeah, I know," I sheepishly replied as I returned the thong to the. ‘Do you like the idea of him wanking over the thought of fucking me? Do you like the idea that in the hotel is a man that wants to fuck your wife and is spurting his stuff out right now imagining me in his arms.’ And my husband almost imperceptibly said he loved the idea. The very thought of men lusting over me was clearly a mega turn on for him, and without realising what was happening, I had started leaking juice form between my own legs. I was hot. Oh my, what now? Dare I go a touch further?. " Well, it's much better now because we're underground, and we have great big heaters blowing warm air on us. We even had them above ground, plus wind breaks, but I have to admit, it's much better now that we've pushed underground." But a lot more dangerous..." Mom, we're careful. The company has all kinds of safety devices and procedures that keep us from getting hurt. And, in case you're concerned about it, I also know that injuries quite often mean lost time on a job, and as much as my. Feeling my heart almost stop and then start again, beating in a rhythm that made me feel weird, I blurted out, "Joyie Ann Adkins, what the hell are you doing with your dad's gun?"Her laugh chilled me to the bone. She pointed the barrel of the weapon at me.I backed away from her and she followed me into the living room, where I bumped into the back of the sofa.Stopping, a few feet away from me, she said,"You bitch. You ratted me out." What?" You know what." Joyie, you're drunk and you're not.