What they like, what they don’t like. Penny was mildly surprised that Charlie liked not only country music but classical. She was a fan of the opera...but never saw a live one. The agreed on politics but differed about global warming. All in all they got along famously. While they working one night at home, Charles said, ‘You know the annual Bar Association Banquet is coming up.’ ‘Yes. That is usually a big deal from what I hear. I assume you are going to attend.’ ‘Yes I am. I was wondering if. Smiling, he watched them enter and noticed her backward glance. ‘Was she looking to see if I was looking? God, you’ve made me a teenager again!’ With renewed spirit, he joined the other men. After an hour of scraping paint, Sam decided to check on Chris and start his plumbing inspection. ‘Hello!’ He yelled from just inside the entrance. ‘In the kitchen. C’mon in.’ Walking into the busy room, Sam found the women building a pyramid of sandwiches. Sharon asked, ‘You think this is enough, Sam? I. Smiling, she turns and walks toward the bathroom, lightly pulling John behind her. She bends over, to turn on the water for the shower, and John takes this opportunity, to rub his hands over her thighs, slowly massaging her tight ass as she makes a small surprised sound. John. She says, with no sleepiness left in her tone. Brooke turns to him, and runs both her hands down his chest, sliding her hands under his shirt, and scratching lightly at his abs. Groaning, he takes off his shirt, slowly. "My coffee seems to have gone cold. Any chance you could be a sweetie and heat it up for me?" "Certainly, Ma'am." The poor guy was trying so hard to keep eye contact with Sarah but he desperately wanted a closer look at her pussy. After an extended awkward silence he turned and scurried back to the counter. "You're so bad. I love it." "He loves it too. So do I. I'm so fucking wet right now." "Fuck, I want you." Sarah just smiled at me. Oh how her smile melts me every time. I'm not sure what.