"How come you are still wearing those panties?" I asked.That smile on her face got even wider."Oh, I thought you might want to take them off for me" s...e giggled.She moved closer and I put my fingers inside her panties and started pulling them down. She helped me by stepping out of them and I picked them up. I don't know why, but I lifted the panties close to my nose and took a deep breath. At the same moment I realized that they were soaked and when the familiar aroma hit me, my cock got even. Unseen and overwhelming, his mind reached out and found Mike’s. The eye contact was the key. He could see straight into the weak Kindred’s eyes, and he could feel the twerp’s inner-beast fall to its knees. Mike’s eyes had gone wide, but they were now unblinking.“Mike. Is there any surveillance in here monitoring us?” A test.“ ... no...”Good. His voice was dead and monotone. The fool was broken.“What did you learn from the device Rebecca gave you?”“There’s ... a drop...” Mike’s eyes stayed wide.. I always vacillate between the micro-mini skirt and panties or this one and no panties. Tonight it is classier skirt and no panties. However, it is tight enough to allow the observant to see no panty lines. Garter belt a must, black, holding up tight-weave fishnet stockings to show off her legs. Not too bad for an old bitch as I mentioned. Three inch stiletto's complete the ensemble. I know, I know we all like heels to be higher, but as I've said I like to mix the respectable with the slutty to. Lauren noticed Monica standing nextto their mailbox before I did. Lauren put her head down and marchedquickly to our house, her little cheerleader skirt bumping up and downwith the force of her footsteps. Monica ignored her. She looked at me."Pete." Monica." Are you avoiding me? I feel like we haven't talked for a few days."I just shrugged."Okay, so you are avoiding me. I'm not dumb enough to ask why... youcan run on home. Maybe in a few months or whatever you'll feel betterabout talking to me..