She used the body wash, lathering slowly and cleaning as well as possible. Maybe Janey wanted sex. She didn't want to be dirty. She took out the razor...from her bag on the floor. This one she had taken from a three pack at the last house she had been at. She hoped they wouldn't miss it. She had seen it and realized she hadn't shaved in months. Why would she really? But seeing the razor had made her think of being cleaner, feeling better. So she had taken it. She used the shaving cream and shaved. I move my hand down her sweet grinding ass and into her crack finding the opening to her little love hole. I move my hand up and down the outside of her honey box letting my index finger rub across her clit and let it dip into her swollen slit to about the first knuckle and then back out. (MAN! She is so wet!) She looks at me as I am doing this and her eyes go wide as she shivers as she lets out her first orgasm of the night screaming; " Yes daddy! Yes daddy I’m cumming! I’m cumming Oh god. He smelled like peppermint, cinnamon and that male scent that only he can claim to possess. Our lips touched and my world imploded. His lips gently moved against mine in slow motions that sent my libido into overdrive. Warmth spread throughout my body, blazing a trail across nerves and synapses, consuming everything in its path. Rationality and logic included. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked breathlessly against my lips. Before I could even form the words, he stole my breath away by. Furniture was upturned, drawers had been ransacked, papers were strewn everywhere."It looks like there's been some sort of fight," Gerry said."A perceptive remark, Mr Daniels. I can only assume that you gained your degree at the University of the Bleeding Obvious." Sir Patrick scowled over his gold half rimmed spectacles as he contemplated the scene.On one side of the room an upturned chair lay on the floor. Strips of tape wrapped around the front legs and the back support showed where someone.