It always seemed to take an hour to recharge before he would be up to whatever Hayley wanted to do or talk about. That is, unless the sexpot was waiti...g for him. Her desires were more often after dinner now, which suited him fine. He rounded the last corner on the way to his house and slowed as he approached the mailbox. It was a thick stack of bills and junk mail, and he put it on his seat. He pressed the garage door opener and eased the car up the driveway. Entering the kitchen, he tossed. “You gotta talk to them,” said Penelope. I shrugged.It was strange as hell them assuming that I had not talked to the Longstreets. But they were likely assuming that the Longstreets had been as neglectful as had been the Hardys per being around me. Interesting. And it kinda pissed me off.“So how is Grant?” I said, changing the subject.“He’s good. Sends his apologies for not connecting sooner or more often or something,” said Penelope.“No problem for me. I’ve been busy too,” I said.“Yes, I know. I then reached down and began petting her panty covered pussy.I found her panties were already soaking wet. She lifted her hips up to meet my hand which was on her pubic mound. As I stroked a finger up and down her panty covered slit, Debbie dropped her left leg to the floor. She raised her right leg and draped it over the back of the couch. Breathlessly, she said, "Oh yes! That feels so good, Joe."I pulled her panties to the side and slipped first one then two fingers into her welcoming. What the hell is wrong with you? Can’t you touch her without being a complete fucking pervert now? He asked himself in annoyance.He sighed and slowly pulled away from her. Quietly, he got out of bed, then headed to his master bathroom. After using the toilet, he decided to take a shower. Once the water ran down his body, he started to feel some relief and was thankful that he had spent the extra money on his spacious, electronically controlled luxury shower. The hot water seemed to last forever.