What was it?
Bathrobe!
My mouth hung open and my breathing quickened.


Yes, Charissa was sexy as hell in this picture, but ... _that was my bathroom! _Presumably, one night while she was babysitting my kids, Charissa brought sexy lingerie to my house and posed for her boyfriend! I couldn't believe it.
But maybe I should believe it. After all, isn't this the girl who masturbated while lying in a bed in my house? Isn't this the girl who walked past me wearing only a towel without seeming to have a care in the world? Isn't this the girl who rode next to me in a car without any underwear, unsupported tits bouncing away without any seeming embarrassment? And isn't this the girl who clearly got hot and bothered sitting right next to me on the couch while watching a fucking TV show?
There must be more to this Christian soldier than meets the eye.
Which leads me to my next stop in the tour of her private life...
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