I'd been slim jimmied.I raised an eyebrow. "Should we call the police?"She laughed without humor. "And tell them what? That someone broke into your ca... and stole some evidence that we stole from a crime scene? That ought to go over well. Or tell them someone jimmied your car and took nothing before locking it up behind them?"Shrugging, I nodded. "That does make a certain kind of sense. Well, do you think it was your brother?"She shook her head. "I doubt it. Why would he want them? Also, he's. Why not? My husband, his brother, was out tom-catting around; why shouldn't the home pussy get some fun? The kid was missing out on putting while his old brother was putting it into Miss Affair-of-the-Month. Douglas was gazing down at my exposed privates, where my pubis was publicly splayed and displayed before him. His erection bobbed with yearning for my honeypot. I was sure Douglas was going to have me as I was sure again as sun will rise from west he had had hots for me.I wiggled my finger. Most often.”He growled out an understanding affirmation. He had slung back the second drink in a heartbeat. I slowly sipped mine. I wasn’t worried if he got a drink ahead of me. I’d rather have more wits than fewer.“You and I know Sam was fighting with her girlfriend yesterday. Alex,” he said.“I do,” I said. “I know that it’s happened before. I know that when their fight lands in front of me, they make up and push it off as if they’re embarrassed.”Holding back on the magic was the only. The aroma of her excitement almost drove him crazy, and he had an intense desire to lean in and taste the proud flesh just inches from his mouth.“It’s beautiful,” he said, almost in a whisper. “Can I touch it?”“Mmm ... I wish you would. Before you do though, I think you should lick your finger and get it wet.”Jimmy did as he was told, and he licked the end of his index finger. He cautiously placed his wet fingertip on Debbie’s clitoral hood and started gently rubbing back and forth; up and.