I toss my head back as he quickly tugs the straps down my arms. I hiss through my teeth at the sudden feeling of cool air on my chest, but his hands q...ickly cover me. The feeling of my chest encased in his large warm hands is like nothing else. There's no longer anything slow about our actions, everything is quick and needy and passionate. Suddenly he pulls back, looking into my eyes. He lifts me higher on the wall, and I feel him pressing against my opening. We look into each others eyes and I. And the laptop, or what was left of it. You got Spook into the act somehow and—"I held up my hand to stop him. "Richard," I said. "Please. Don't ask me to re-live it." I'm sorry, Jack," he said in sudden realization. "They were your first, weren't they? First men you ever killed?" Yeah." I nodded. In that moment I almost broke down. My eyes were wet; it would have been so damn easy to simply start weeping, right in front of him. But I didn't want to do that; with an effort of will I pulled. As I walked out I saw Kayden on the couch with only a T-shirt on, no pants and no panties. She was laying back and rubbing her pussy while letting out silent moans. Surprised and excited by the sight I dropped my 360 controller and she jumped frighteningly and grabbed a blanket nearby to cover herself up. She then begged “Please don’t say anything to your mom.” I walked up to the couch and sat right next to her and replied with “Kayden I wouldn’t do that to a beautiful innocent girl like. But lingerie isn't enough, is it? You talk about cute skirts, or acomfortable ballet flat. I don't know any woman who can't wait to get outof her bra at the end of the day, and you can't wait to get into one. Awoman wants to clean her face, and you rush home to put your 'face' on.Leotards are great for an hour of exercise, yet you can wear a bra,panties, leotard, and tights to bed and sleep well. Those baby dollnightgowns you sleep in, most women would wear them for that short littlebit before.