"She told me not to be embarrassed, and urged me to hold her wet panties to my nose and show her exactly how I was using her panties, telling me to ju...t forget she was there and do what I'd normally do. So, as my hand stroked my leaking cock, I found the wettest spot on her panties and held it up against my nostrils. "When I was playing with myself this morning, I was dreaming about you masturbating for me just like this, Scottie." Mom said, softly. "I was lying in bed, thinking about the way. And hot.The kind of hot that makes me stop driving and pull over into secluded areas and touch myself thinking of you. Parking lots. Nature preserves. Wanting you here and there. Wanting to feel you everywhere. Why do we torture ourselves so much? With dreams. And daydreams. Because love. Love is the reason I both hate you and love you. Love to see you happy, love to see you loving me. love that you want me happy as well. And honestly, hoping that we can make each other happy forever but the. Leanne looked into his eyes, noticing their warm light-brown color for the first time. They were trained at her, a hint of a smile in their corners. She squared her shoulders. ‘For the record, it was one hell of a kiss.’ She stated boldly, and got a kick from his sharp inhale. ‘Yes. It really was.’ he agreed after a heartbeat. Leanne felt warmth spread in her belly at his soft-spoken admission, but didn’t dare say any more. In her mind, though, she wondered if maybe, just maybe, there would. She passed a big black limousine and groaned a bit to herself. Not that they couldn't use a client who had that kind of money. She kept the books. She knew their purpose was to help those who needed it, but couldn't someone rich get into trouble occasionally? They weren't hurting. Angel had amazingly laid aside some money from his time at Wolfram and Hart. She knew why. It had been for her, even though he never claimed that. She knew he had not thought he would survive his assault on the Black.