I could still taste the spunk from my pants, and it tasted good. I needed to get my hands on some good, fresh stock. The trouble was, I still co...ldn’t be 100% sure that it was Tom’s. The panty wanker seemed to like nicely used pants, so I resolved to flush him out. My nice yellow panties were clean again. My favourites. My lucky pants. I decided that the best way to ensure I could catch the panty wanker and to get some nice, hot, fresh, salty spunk, was to create a. She took her bag and headed out, turning out the lights and locking up as she left.Jack roamed the streets looking for the signs of the beast's presence. He was playing catch-up. It had killed three already and its attacks were getting more brutal with each repetition. He had to stop it. Too many times it had gotten away from him. To many cities had seen its evil. This city would be it's last. He would catch it and end it.It hid in the shadows, watching, waiting. It's hunger growing. It's jaws. ” I clarified bluntly. She nodded, but quickly and firmly stated, “And I don’t really want that right now.”I removed my hand from the front of her pants and went back around to massage her ass. She didn’t seem to mind that at least. She continued to moan and stir as I rubbed her smooth cheeks, feeling the firm muscle underneath the warm skin, spreading them apart and pushing them together, squeezing them rougher with each passing minute. I’m not sure she did this intentionally, but she spread. Susan couldn't recall ever being so aroused in her entire life. She kicked off her shoes and pulled Brian toward the bed, then stepped out of her skirt. She'd already taken her off her panties in the restaurant, so she was naked from the waist down.Susan frantically tried unbuckling Brian's belt, but her trembling fingers failed her, so Brian unbuckled it himself. She unzipped his zipper, and when his trousers hit the floor, she pulled down his underwear. His cock was fully erect, leaking.