Not us though. We had lived in a much larger town and we always lock up when we leave. It was a part of life. We did it without thinking.Someone had a...parently been in our house. So it was possible that one of Jordan's slimy friends put something on my Dad's computer. I dropped my backpack inside the door and hurried to my Dad's den.As soon as I entered I saw a Pepsi can sitting near the computer. Neither Dad nor I drink Pepsi. I sat down and moved the mouse and the screen came to life. I. You better keep the pizza man on speed dial. If you're serious about this then we better get dressed and go shopping ... I know you don't have meat or vegetables in your fridge ... and hot dogs and ketchup don't count." It'll be fine. You'll see — I can be domestic." She wiggled her ass playfully, looking at him contemplatively, a wry smile forming on her face. "Before we go shopping though, I think I should begin marinating your meat..." She raised up onto her knees and reached back, inserting. She pulled up down the street from our house and shut the car off, "Look our Bedroom light is on. Let's go." She got out and walked around to my side of the car, opened the door and took my leash, leading me down the sidewalk in lingerie and heels. We went around to the side door that enters the garage, opened it slowly so she didn't make any noise and stepped inside pulling me in behind her. The stereo was playing fairly loud so we couldn't be heard, we entered the kitchen, no one was there so. I flick the toy off, and kiss her softly. Our tongues are fighting for more attention, my hands running over her slender body. I pull her up, she wraps her legs around me, and I make my way to the bed. I kneel between her legs now, and begin to slowly insert my middle finger inside her. I slowly begin to fuck her, feeling how wet she has gotten. My thumb caressing her clit, working her to the same point she got me. I hit her g-spot and begin to lift her up with my finger inside her; still my.