Now that I've been thinking about it, I don't know if he's ever glad to be home." Simone, are you absolutely sure this isn't about Greg intruding on y...ur little 'arrangement' with your brother?" I don't blame you for asking that, Monica. I've thought about it a lot. I can't deny that my feelings for Kevin have gotten stronger. And his for me, I'm sure. But I honestly think I've been able to separate that from my feelings for Greg ... at least most of the time. There was definitely a part of me. "He pulled a card out of his desk draw, quickly completed it, checked his calendar, made an entry on his PDA and passed the card to McCock.McCock collected the card and his belongings and walked out in his socks. He didn't pass anyone coming in."I agree we can't afford to break up the team, but how are you going to keep them under cover so Diana won't see them, Silas?"Rowan started to lean back and then remembered where he was – sitting at the side table with Sir Laurence Hernandes looking over. After experiencing most of our extended family in one place for a period exceeding four hours, I could see why we had kept our visits to Marta apart from theirs. So while they bickered and fought over Grandma’s ephemera, I had ascended the stairs to her attic. I lapsed into another coughing fit as I pulled a heavy drop cloth off a full-length mirror. When I recovered, I spent a good minute appreciating myself in it. Turning to the side I spoke to the dead air: “I don’t need anything from you. “That was fucking amazing. You really did that quite well. Come over here and kiss me.” I went over to her and we started to kiss again. Our tongues were dancing inside our mouths. She then moved my hand to her pussy. “I want you to finger me. Just put your fingers inside of me. Then move your fingers in and out of my cunt.” Again, she didn’t have to ask twice. I put my finger into her warm, wet pussy and fingered her. She was dripping wet. “Put a few more fingers inside. Come on. Do it.” .