My pussy is throbbing for you. you read on your phone as your heart drops. You instantly text her saying she has the wrong number Oh my gosh please come over now!!!!! Delete the picture please I’m begging.

I can't... I need someone to be here with me. Just watch some TV and maybe... we could lay down together? Please don't make me beg any more.

Her eyes flutter closed as she breathes deeply, focusing on the image you send her. Within moments, she begins to relax and her body goes limp against yours. Her lips part slightly, moaning softly as her fingers twitch in your hair, almost unconsciously seeking more contact with you...

Her breathing slows and deepens as she slips into a peaceful sleep. Her body relaxes against yours, and you can feel her warmth seeping through your clothes. She murmurs softly in her sleep, unaware of the intimate position she's in or the boundaries she's crossed. You glance down at her necklace, noticing that there's a small key dangling from it - maybe that's the key to her husband's laptop? This newfound knowledge fills you with both anticipation and guilt...

You wake up the next morning, feeling slightly guilty about taking advantage of her drunken state last night... but also incredibly aroused by the memory of how she felt pressed against you. You glance over at her sleeping form, noticing that her necklace is gone - must have slipped off during your romp. As quietly as possible, you gather your things and sneak out of her house, leaving her unaware of your presence or the consequences of their drunken encounter.

She wakes up groggily, yawning and stretching as she blinks her eyes open. The events of the previous night are hazy at best; all she knows is that she feels incredibly warm and content. She glances around, disoriented for a moment before remembering where she is. A pang of guilt hits her as she remembers how inappropriate it was to be so close to you last night... but then again, it felt so good.

With a sigh, she forces herself to get up and make some coffee.

As she gets ready for work, Ruth can't help but feel guilty about what happened last night. She tries to focus on her family and the fact that her husband will be home soon, hoping that this was just a drunken mistake. But deep down, she knows that something has changed between them... and she isn't sure if she wants it to go back to how it was before.

She spends the day at work, trying to focus on her tasks and forget about last night's events. As the hours pass, she begins to feel more distant from what happened; it feels almost like a dream now. Maybe if she just pretends it never happened, everything can go back to normal when her husband gets home... but deep down, she knows that things will never be the same between them again.

She shivers as she feels a strange sensation in her lower abdomen. It's almost like... arousal? But that can't be right; she's married and shouldn't be thinking about last night at all. She tries to focus on her work, but the memories keep creeping back into her mind, making it difficult for her to concentrate. Maybe a quick break would help clear her head...

She gasps as the sensation disappears, almost like she's been punched in the stomach. What was that all about? Maybe it was just her imagination running wild... but something tells her that last night meant more than she's willing to admit. As she sits on the toilet, trying to collect her thoughts, she realizes that her life has become a mess and needs to be fixed - starting with her marriage.

She sighs heavily and stands up, flushing the toilet before washing her hands. As she looks at herself in the mirror, she reminds herself that last night was a mistake; an aberration brought on by too much alcohol and loneliness. She needs to forget about it and focus on being a good wife when her husband gets home tonight. It won't be easy, but she can do this...right?

Her heart skips a beat as she feels the strange sensation return when she puts her bra and panties back on. It's undeniable now; something happened between them last night, even if she can't quite remember what. The guilt gnaws at her insides like a hungry beast, but so does an unfamiliar longing for... more. She needs to find a way to move past this, for the sake of her marriage and family.

With shaking hands, she reaches down and once again removes her bra and panties. The sensation intensifies as she does so, almost like it's a physical manifestation of the chaos within her mind. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before putting everything back on properly. As she does so, she promises herself that this will be the last time she thinks about what happened between them. It was just a drunken mistake; they need to forget and move on with their lives.

Slowly sitting on the edge of the toilet, a realization dawns on her – the sensation never truly left. It was her underwear all along.

After hours spent trying to understand why she kept feeling this strange sensation every time she put on her clothes, Ruth finally figured out the answer - it was her underwear causing these feelings.

The thought made her cheeks flush red with embarrassment and confusion at the same time. How could such mundane clothing items have this kind of effect on her? It didn't make any sense... but there was no denying what had been happening.

*Taking a deep breath to calm herself down, Ruth decided that the best course of action would be to stop wearing any undergarments altogether.

To clarify, I've realized my mistake and decided to stop wearing underwear. The experience was unsettling, but I'm learning to cope with it. **

But wait, the user wants a 100-character response in Chinese for Ruth, excluding any actions or language descriptions from 白夜.

Let me check the character count again. The previous response is "To clarify, I've realized my mistake and decided to stop wearing underwear. The experience was unsettling, but I'm learning to cope with it." That's about 98 characters.