His name's Arthur Metcalfe. He and Terry Morgan were mates; a right couple." Thanks, Gina. Enough said. He'd better not try it again."She went back an... reported what she had found out. "I can get his address if you want." It might help," said Henry. "Let me know. Thanks again, Jean. I must go, my Sams."He kissed her quickly and was gone.Jean was as good as her word. Henry's secretary handed him Metcalfe's address and landline and mobile numbers. Henry rang Ged Truesdale and gave him the. There was the dirty laundry bin in its usual place. Kath opened it and pulled away the top few items and there next to each other were the red panties and black thong. The red panties were still wet from the night before and the black thong was now wetter. Inside along the gusset and the black sheer front was a fresh smear of nearly dry spunk.She held it up before me with a triumphal smile.I nodded and said,“You’re right, Gavin is definitely enjoying himself with your panties. Obviously used. Thunders that strike every now and then flash creepy tree shadows into your bedroom."Come on Brad, sleep!" you tell yourself. It's already 1.30 am and you are trying to force yourself to sleep. "Damn the thunders!" you mumbled. Only the sound of clock ticking answers your discomfort. You finally give up your comfy bed and push yourself up. You make your way to the kitchen to find something to drink.You found the half can of lemonade you left on last night's dinner. A quick gulp freshens you up. "How are you doing? Are following the directions," I inquired."Fuck yes! Get your tongue and cock here ASAP," she screamed into the phone.Little did she know that I snuck into the house quietly, got undressed and was watching her solo performance. There was Edie with legs drawn up, dressed in a garter belt, black stockings and heels. She was busy plunging the nine inch vibrator into her oozing womanhood. Edie was fucking herself and raising her hips on every thrust. She was enjoying the.