We got the hotel, checked in, ate dinner at the restaurant and retired to our room for the night. I went into the bathroom and changed into my nightshirt, a flannel plaid eyesore that was warm and fuzzy. When I emerged I handed Gretta my extra which was more of an oversized T-shirt, but more than enough to provide her with modest nightwear. At least, I thought that was the case.When she emerged wearing my nightshirt, I realized that it was much shorter then I remembered and exposed all but the top three or four inches of her remarkable legs.I put my eyes back in my head. "Oh my… Gretta, I'm… I'm sorry. Look, my shirt is bigger… Uhm, we can switch."But she only laughed. "I guess I'll stick with what I'm wearing, if I have to choose between a little skimpy and butt ugly, I'll stick with what I've got."I could see the sense in what she was saying, after all, the shirt wasn't a whole lot shorter than the skirt she had been wearing all day.We both curled up on opposite ends of the cou
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