Shelley: come on... what's the worst that can happen.. you will enjoy it.. he won't know if thats what your worried about....A-N: well if you put that...way it's completely wrong.. Shelley: ok ok.. let me put it like this.. it's not cheating if we're not in the same room...or touching.. A-N: I don't know.. I want you but I dont want to cheat on him...Shelley: it's not cheating.. silly.. your there im here... plus I want you too.. infact you got my pussy throbbing...i'm getting wet for you..ever. Slayerette had come with Watcher Junior three days ago. She'd walked in thirty minutes ago looking like she'd lost a fight with an 18-wheeler. She was already looking a little less battered around the edges but Faith didn't give a shit. "I told you, the jerk behind the counter said she'd never been there, I could tell he was lying and when I tried to go around the back, there were three of those mucus-spewing demon thingies. Whatever they're called. I only killed two and then two more showed. I looked over to the lounge area. I saw I didn't like crowds. So I pushed my way over to the less crowded area. When I got to the lounge, I knew this was where all the famous people were. I went over to the bar to order a drink. I surprised myself when I said, "Orange juice and a little ice." The bartender nodded and gave me a drink. A man with blonde hair and gray eyes paid for my drink. I smiled at him and went over to a crowded couch with an empty space and sat on it. The man followed. Instinctively, my own hips pulled back, hands slid down his chest and found his waistband. Snug. I couldn’t slip them under. Like any good Martial Artist, I adapted and changed my technique.A belt, single latch style. In less than a chorus of the song I had it free and loose. One button undone in the process and I had my access. But since the game plan changed, I was no longer going for a simple tease. I unzipped his pants and reached inside. As expected, boxers. Weaving through the opening, my.