But I pretended to be asleep when I heard the door creak open.I was the side of our huge bed furthest from the door, facing the window. I heard someon... walk in, and I tensed up.Then I heard Bunny stifling laughter. I heard Hector struggling. I figured he was carrying her since she loved to be carried like a little puppy. He laid her on the bed.“Shh,” she was saying.“Don’t fucking shush me,” he whispered.I felt the bed press harder, meaning he was getting on the bed with her. I wanted to whip. “Ew! Wipe your mouth first! You ruined my MAC foundation!”“Don’t be such a drama queen. Who have you invited over that you need to impress?”“No one important…”There was a carton of milk on the counter, reminding me that I was thirsty. “Do you want a glass?” I asked her.“No, I’ve recently quit drinking milk. Makes me want to puke.”“You’re not pregnant, are you?” I teased.She smacked my arm. “Not cool! Do I look like I’m preggerz? I might not be in flawless shape like you, but—”“Hey, relax. I’m. It was over three dozen pairs of hose. So I would put on my mom's old pantyhose and just play in my room. I would get that butterfly feeling and would even get erections, although I was so young I didn't know what to do yet; I only knew I felt very excited. So that happened from probably age 5 to age 11 or 12. By that age, I was literally soaking the front of the pantyhose with pre cum. I would produce so much since I was literally aroused for hours sometimes that it would actually run. Maybe Paul will have different ideas about telling everybody everything when he finds out that Marv's involved," Anna said thoughtfully."I'm sure willing to give it a try," Marv commented from the doorway.Anna turned around and saw the muscular, hairy man standing a few feet away from her dripping wet. Even at this minute she felt her snatch fire up again. If it weren't for the immediate danger of her husband rushing off to the police, she would have thrown her legs up in the air right.