As we headed back downstairs she didn't put her panties back on. I love it.We were sitting in the den again and I got us each some wine. While we we...e talking we were both masturbating and watching each other. It was almost surreal, talking and masturbating slowly. This had gone on for about 30 minutes when her phone rang, it was Lisa wanting to know if her and her boyfriend could come over, she said yes and then she listened to Lisa for a good two or three minutes before saying "OK, I'll. Just my panties, still sticky from our earlier tryst and smelling like sex. For his part, Joey tossed his jacket on the sofa, and pulled his pants back on, much to my disappointment. “At least take your top off. Give me a bit of eye candy.” “As her majesty wishes,” he grinned, complying with my wish, his tee-shirt joining his leather jacket, giving me a chance to ogle his abs. God, he looked good. “Round three?” “Fuck you, arsehole. I want to finish up here before it gets dark. Pretty sure I. “Come in. Come in,” he says, eyes dropped toward the ground.Glancing over his shoulder, Spencer slowly puts away his gun and ushers his partner in. Sam keeps her gun out, but hidden away just enough to not alarm the seemingly homeless man.“Glad you could come,” the owner of the house says cheerily. “I have some information for you.” He rubs his hands together and continues, “If the price is right.”“Who do you think we are?” Spencer asks, not recognizing the man behind the rags and dirty face.. “Very nice,” he said softly. “Let’s go.”Go? She thought. Sure, anywhere with you. Seventh hub of Hell, across the universe, it didn’t matter.Want me to walk across burning coals in six-inch heels? You got it. In a heartbeat. She felt her cheeks blush hotly and the wetness between her thighs begin again. Ashamed of her own responses. Oh, what the fuck. Just go with it. As if she had a choice, right?As they pulled away from the curb, he lazily let his right hand drape between her thighs, pushing.