"Pretty freaked out, I must say." She looked down at herself. "Sitting here completely nude in front of my son? Having just showed you, ... everything... ... done things in front of you, ... showing you how I, ..." she seemed quite meek but was holding it together. "I should jump up and get dressed, but after what we just did, ... It seems pretty silly I suppose." Not at all!" I assured her. "If you want to get dressed, please do. I don't want you to feel any more uncomfortable than you already. I slowly backed out of the room, glancing off to one side as I did so at the pile of laundry waiting to be done, saw another, almost identical pair of my sister's panties to those she had just taken off, sitting on top of the pile, and hurriedly grabbed them on my way out of the room and then back upstairs to my own.I made it safely back into my own room of course, closed and locked the door, then hurriedly stripped, jumping into bed holding my sister's panties in hand. I carefully examined the. I’m not here for my comfort, I’m here for your secret pleasure. Just before eight I hear voices from somewhere in the office. I squeeze back against the up stand of the desk as a pair of sexy heels pull the leather chair back from the desk. They stop, your voice becoming clearer as you sit down and pull yourself in. There’s enough space for you to tuck your shapely legs under the desk without kicking me and revealing my hiding place. And still I wait. I hear muted conversations, laughter. You. Perhaps Cassie should have been more worried that the captain of the police was as naked as she was, breasts pulling down slightly under their own, delicious weight, but she was more concerned with her own predicament to worry too much about how wonderfully the wolf’s grey fur blended into a soft brown at her knees.She was a beauty, it had to be said, yet a deadly one. The only clothing she wore, if it could be counted as clothing, was a strap-on harness complete with a large, canine-shaped.