I want to hear you” He pulled up my shirt, helping me to get rid of it. He grinned. “You don’t wearing a bra? How did you know I was coming?” ... giggled. “I never wear one when I am at home” He grinned. “Aren’t you afraid someone can enter the house and see your nice tits?” His lips neared my nipples, softly sucking at them. I silently started moaning, feeling how fast they got hard. “Do you think some stranger can look at them? Without leaving this house alive?” My voice was a bit shaking. “No,. ”“No. I have to run interference at ten when they take their ten-minute break. Phil looked like he could use coffee when I saw him. Said his three-month-old kept them up all night.”“I’ll stop by and check.” I headed Phil’s direction, but detoured by Don Abrams’ office. It would be interesting to see if anything was happening in the area of Network Security. Don was in jeans and a polo shirt, a baseball hat pulled down low as he stared at his screen. “Hey, Don,” I greeted him. “Did I miss the. Then I got bold."If it makes you feel any better Danielle, I would have loved to see her pull your top off," I said bluntly.Danielle looked up at me with a mix of emotions ranging from shock to devious. Then she gave me a seductive look, pulled the tie to her bikini top, and let it fall into the water. All I could do was stare. Although her chest was on the petite side, her breasts were still perky and lovely to look at. "Sluuuut" Hailey said, this time with an air of jealousy herself. Danielle. I thought for a moment of all the great sex we'd enjoyed, and what I called the 'clopping' sound of good sex. It is that solid sound that two bodies make when the crotches slam together. My wife, on the other hand, liked to call it the 'crotching' sound since it was our crotches slamming together. But either way, we loved the sound, the feel, and the results.“It's going to be quite an evening,” she added, her eyes sparkling.“Yes, it is,” I agreed, as we buttoned each other's blouses, and then.