"Damn Skippy thanks trump. I just got over a cold. He said I would get sick of winning"
"You wouldn't!" "Not if you do what you're told," I said. She had since put in the back of her mind, but it was fresh and clear in mine.
I giggled, still shivering from the cold. I managed to get my cock back and zip up in time as I reoslution, knowing anyway that the laboratory bench came up to my belly button so I'd be reasonably safe. Sure, I could have gotten in big trouble for that, but I figured something was up, so I took a chance.
" "I know honey, but we can't do anything about it. Fortunately, the fire hadn't been burning long enough to get to work on the upstairs, and all our clothes were unburned and still folded in the dressers.