I didn't tell him how incapable I felt of being rational while wearing only his t-shirt and my panties. Even a bathrobe, that smelled so divinely masc...line, was not going to help. I was going to be nervous and feel out of control until I was dressed.When he noticed me hobbling, Steven rushed over and took my arm, helping me towards the couch on which I'd spent most of the evening. I sat, and he had another bag (or the same bag?) of frozen peas which he gently placed on my ankle. He sat in a. That I know for sure. And she’s kissed me a couple of times and, well, that’s where it gets complicated. I’m not sure if she likes me or if she just hangs out with me just to piss off Jen and her Mom.”Jenny shook her head to clear the cobwebs.“No,” she said finally.Brock and Merie both looked at her.“No, what?” Brock finally asked when he ascertained that nothing further was coming.“No, I don’t think she considers herself your girlfriend,” Jen said. “She asks about you every time she calls home. “You’re even wetter than you were earlier… I can feel you pussy squeezing my fingers. You like this, don’t you.” he whispered to me as he continued to rub my clit with his thumb as his two fingers remained deep in my quivering canal. What he was doing was so wrong but the gentle caresses felt sooooo good. My wet pussy and heavy breathing confirmed that my body was enjoying his exploitation; he started to finger fuck me then went back to massaging my clit. My face felt warm and flushed out of. “Good. Everything is well? Except for this break-in?”“Yes.”The detectives came into the room just then and I introduced Katya in my usual way.“Detectives O’Day and Poplawski, this is Katya Sergeyevna Anisimova, Colonel in the KGB, retired.”“KGB?” Detective O’Day asked, recoiling a bit.“Please ignore Mr. Adams,” Katya laughed. “He likes to dredge up ancient history!”“But you were KGB?”“Yes; I was a protective officer for diplomats. A job not unlike that of your Secret Service, though I wore a.