” “You don’t.” George walked away and Alex followed. “And I don’t get it. I don’t get why you have to wear panties and I don’t get why...you have to steal them.” He opened his passenger door. “Get in.” Alex stole a kiss and climbed in. “Don’t,” George warned as he looked around for bystanders. They rode in silence at first, on their way to Alex’s apartment. George sighed, “What happened?” “It’s not like I was out fishing for panties. I just happened to walk past the laundromat and saw the dryers. ‘Thank god I didn't check a bag,’ she thought as they walked hand in hand to his truck. He opened the door and she climbed in, she pulled him in for a deep passionate kiss. Their tongues quickly started to explore each other, hands began roaming – she reached in his pants and felt how hard he was, she rubbed her thumb over his tip and could feel the pre-cum starting to drip. She leaned back in her seat and opened her legs wide. Instead of following her lead, he gently pushed her legs together. I then heard the cleaning lady let out a sigh and I turned to see her standing there. My wife jumped up with the toy still deep in her pussy just standing there in shock. I grabbed my pants and started to put them on. But before I could the cleaning lady had stepped in and stopped me. She got on her knees and while looking up at me grabbed my cock in her hands. She then looked at my wife as to ask for permission. I glanced at my wife and noticed her nodded her head yes. Before I could turn and. They had previously arranged with the starter to take a break after nine holes, and given the girls’ prominence, there were no questions asked. They ordered lunch on the terrace, and asked for two empty ice buckets filled with Snapple lemonade for the tigers who were lying at their feet. The girls were sitting stretched out on their chairs with their feet resting on two others, while the men were in a state of shock and dismay. Their company was falling right out from under them.“Don’t worry,”.