“Yes sir” and I let her go.While she was gone I moped up the mess she had made, or rather I had made her make. When she returned the shower had do...ne wonders for her, she looked like the person I had two days before. Stunning. She didn’t put on the make up very well, a sort of passive rebellion. It was splotchy and looked like it was done very fast but it still looked passible. The blue suit was indeed too small the top squishing her breast together so tight that it looked uncomfortable; they. The conversation ended with our arrival at Cindy's house. Crissy rangthe bell and a girl with blonde hair done into up in a French braidanswered the door. She was wearing a pretty pink and white dress. Thelong skirt was flared and the top had a round neck and sort sleeves.There was lace trim on the top and a white sash around the waist. Shewas facing me so I couldn't see the back, but I guessed the sash wastied in a bow. Under her dress, she had on white lace tights and on herfeet, pink patent. Keep in mind that your k**ney does an amazing job of filtering out the impurities that enter your body, and they exit your body in your urine. So, your urine is really waste water. Your body has taken what nutrients it needed, and not only pushed out the excess, but also has filtered out the impurities. Think of it like a water filter for your sink. That filter removes many contaminants from your drinking water and holds them in the filter. Whereas the k**ney, instead, pushed the contaminants. She goes straight into the downstairs bathroom to change every time. That bathroom is also the bathroom that I use while I'm there. She has a hamper in the bathroom that has all of her sweaty gym clothes in it, so every time I go over there, there is always sweaty gym panties. However, if I'm there when she gets home, I only have to wait a few minutes after she gets out of the shower to go in and smell some fresh sweaty panties from the gym. When she gets out of the shower, she either wears a.