No bra, short T-shirt and no evidence of panties. I was thinking of her pussy holding back all the cum Doug had given her earlier. I looked up at Ness...e and imagined her pussy stretching to accommodate Doug’s cock… ‘Stace, what are you thinking about?’ Have I mentioned how much I hate being interrupted? ‘Nessie, I was just thinking about what happened on the phone. I mean, did it really happen?’ Vanessa stood there with a small smile, tilting her head she spoke softly,’ Yes, it really did. Besides, I've fallen asleep on this old couch more times than I can count. It has my ass memorized!"Eve threw her arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you, Peter. Thank you for being such a good friend and for everything you have done for me tonight."Holding her tightly to me and feeling the soft warmth of her body, the feel of her soft brown hair against my cheek, and her sweet perfume, I didn't feel much like a "good friend" at that moment.If she had only known the thoughts. "Is that your new toy?" she asked."Oh, hi, Melissa. Yeah -- I just got this yesterday. My old phone finally died." That brick you carried around? What was that -- circa 1999?" I liked that phone," Noah replied. "The buttons were nice and big ... and it could double as a weapon. My contract with Sprint was up, so I switched to Verizon and bought this." Did you keep your old number?" she asked."No -- it wasn't worth the hassle -- no one calls me anyway." Why did you pick the Blackberry?" It's. I located a service, on line, that promised to fulfill fantasies, etc. and took a trip (alone) one weekend to check them out. I was finally satisfied they could provide what I wanted and made the arrangements. One of the curious things to me about my special night out was that I never saw the bill or the cost. Somehow, my wife had paid for it and left no trail. I had been doing the same thing for the past three years. I had a “secret” stash that I had been funding, sort of like a Christmas.