He was no pervert, and she was just an innocent girl, so he had to control his thoughts. He wanted to fuck his wife, he reminded himself, and no one ...lse. In the kitchen, Ashley pulled a chair over to stand on next to him as he supervised her. She opened the can of chicken noodle soup, put it in the pot, added water, and turned the heat on. She beamed proudly at him when he praised her.She was standing next to him, her hip touching his side. Their faces were level, and as he looked into. Town was busy as there was a big convention on so we knew that rooms were few and far between.I could feel my self going hard as I knew these guys were looking to at least have some time inside with us. I had my arm around her, I asked if she had shown off her stockings to them during the course of the evening. They told me they had felt the bumps of her suspenders when they danced. I whispered to her they wanted to see more, I bet you would love that I told her. She said nothing, as I. ”“None of us do,” Abe said.The rest of the trip was spent in edgy silence. Phil kept watch out the front windshield, waving to the various mentally ill waiting outside to convey any messages Phil’s creatures might uncover. No one attempted to stop them, which was both encouraging and discouraging. While pleased no one outside had been confronted, it reinforced how little territory they could cover with only a limited force.They finally pulled up before the Seattle Police Headquarters when Abe. "Jeff had nothing of particular interest to report. He was working long hours and having the time of his life doing it.He had not been cut off completely from social contact with members of the gentler gender. He had taken his sister out to dinner a couple of times.This was pretty unusual behavior for a brother his age, but I understood. It was Jeff. It amazed me that a single action by Jeff could simultaneously be both surprising and expected.I had my friends and my parents had theirs.Just.