I'll let you know what I find out.TriciaI grabbed my wooden jewelry box and the big, old dictionary I'd turned into a secret safe box and ran back dow...stairs, leaving my note on the kitchen table.Connor was waiting impatiently at the door and I hurried to him. I heard the phone ring as I shut the door but he wouldn't let me go back. I locked the door and he hurried me to my jeep, making me ride shotgun."I can drive," I told him, hiding my still-shaking hands. He was already around the car by. She came out as I was peeking through the curtains covering the glass panes on the door. Emily had exited through the door from the kitchen. She walked over to her chair with a towel over her arm and lotion in one hand. Stopping, she glanced over, and I quickly withdrew from the window. Then, slowly, I peeked out again, and saw her putting the towel and lotion on a small table. Her hands went up and took off her top. Her breasts were freed. She tossed the top to the table. Then she took up the. "Like when you got yourself off at the Chicago Symphony last month. And when you sucked off that friend of Stephen's while he was flying a trip to England in August."Stunned, I realized that the television was broadcasting the very images she was describing."You're perfect," she said. "Just the right combination of naughty and nice."There was a very sexy depth to her timbre that told me exactly what she had meant by that."I — I don't do girls," I stammered and shook my head. The whole thing. Slut's really coming along, and all it's taken is a few days." I know. I'm actually a little jealous. I usually only cum that hard, and that many times, when you're eating me. And look, she's practically swimming in her own cunt-juice." She's a slut. What do you expect. Mind if I fuck her?" Go ahead." Chyler. You know the drill. On your back and open those sexy, sweet legs of yours. Oh yes, that's nice, wrap them around me, hug me with those firm, slender thighs. Damn, you've got the.