I didn’t feel any barriers or boundaries at all, just a sense of rightness and an eagerness to explore in person what we’d only touched in our fan...asies so far. True to my normal style, I quickly kicked my shoes off and settled down on the edge of the bed rather than on a chair. Patrick soon joined me and started kissing me again. Conversation was obviously not going to be where we were going to begin (and it still never is). His hand slipped into my hair and angled my lips back towards his. I. Glen still had significant misgivings but kept quiet for now.DI MacIntosh knew he was waiting for a break. He had tried everything in the book to get a lead on the vigilante - that's how he thought of the killer now, the vigilante - but with no luck. Door to door enquiries around Gilchrist's house had turned up nothing. Footage from traffic cameras and all of the CCTVs located in nearby businesses was examined. He had even ordered traffic stopped in the hope that someone who travelled the same. ” Freddie huffed.“In a second… just one more thing…” Sam grinned, letting her words hang in the air before she looked down and asked, “Carly… where do you want me to fuck you?”Blushing furiously Carly slowly removed her mouth from the dildo and mumbled, “In my ass.”Taking a moment to enjoy the look on Freddie’s face Sam pushed, “I’m sorry, what was that?”“I… I want you to fuck me in the ass.” Carly said, still blushing and mumbling.Struggling not to smirk and remain serious Sam questioned, “You. Do you want to come in and dry off?" I asked him. "If you don't mind, that would be great" he replied. I showed him where the bathroom was. Giving him a towel I asked "Would you like me to put your clothes in the dryer? I wouldn't want you to get the flu". "Oh yes please" he said. "Well leave your clothes outside the bathroom. I'll make you a coffee too".I put the kettle on and placed his clothes in the dryer. I heard footsteps and turned to see him standing with the towel wrapped around him..