She walked to the kitchen and made coffee and they sat and chatted very naturally for a while, including discussing their feelings and what they would...like to do to each other.Frankie rose and went upstairs to empty her bladder and felt the wetness already, she knew just what she was going to do when she walked back downstairs.She went up to the blinds and pulled them closed and walked over to the sofa he was sat on, "I am wearing the red knickers" she purred, "would you like to see?" She. “Let’s see the rest of the package.”“I can’t, I have to get home,” I pulled away. “I need to go.”“What the hell are you talking about?” he asked. “We’re just getting started!”“Sorry,” I said as I slipped out the door and started running.“Come back tomorrow,” he called as I ran down the road.The run home was pretty uneventful, although the seam of my shorts irritated my pussy and made it dampen from the stimulation. I was exhausted when I finally staggered into the yard.All the doors were locked. It was time to stop being a jerk. He knew Leigh was a nice girl and despite his first impression, he also knew Damien was a good guy and an honest cop. Pity. It could’ve been me. No more games, she deserves more respect than what I’ve given her so far. Darryl thought. ‘Ahem. Sorry to interrupt. It’s time.’ Darryl finally said. Damien stopped the kiss but kept Leigh in his embrace. She sighed deeply. ‘Alright.’ Leigh gripped Damien’s hand ‘Come on, walk me to the car.’ As they approached the. “About two years ago,” she began, despite what she just told herself. “I took on this new patient… and she… and she…”She turned her head to try and hide the tears. John moved over close to her and took her wine glass from her hand, and set it down on the coffee table.“Hey hey,” he said in a voice barely above a whisper. “Shhhhh. It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything.”He took her hands in his. Her tears rolled down her cheeks like huge marbles, splashing on her arms and pant leg.I can’t tell.