No wait, there was a woman here yesterday speaking to him, a private peeler I believe.” “Do you know what they were talking about?” “No idea I...��m afraid. Now I must get on, I have a factory to run.” “Of course sir. We’ll let you know if we hear anything.” The peelers turned towards the door and I panicked but Sylvia threw her cloak over us both and when they emerged, somehow they didn’t see us, passing by and heading down the stairs whilst talking to each other. Before the door could close we. Jessica started to reach for it but Courtney grabbed her hand. I hit the remote in my pocket and watched Jessica's eyes widen as she felt the vibrations. She tried to play it cool at first, biting her lower lip in pleasure. After a few seconds though she was bent forward and squeezed Courtney's arms for support. Courtney seized the opportunity and guided Jessica's lips to hers. After a few seconds of kissing, Jessica couldn't take it and pulled the vibrator out. "Nice try," she said to me. But would be even more exciting going back and look at those magazines again. I saw the laundry basket in the corner of the shower and went to take a look. I removed some clothes and found a pair of black silk hipster panties with a lace. I picked them up found the crotch on them, and there were stains. I stuck my nose right in the middle and smelled them. My god Magret pussy smelled fantastic. I was so fucking horny, that i started licking all over the stained panties. Mmmm they tasted of. When I got to the sixth floor, the music pumping out of rooms up and down the hall was nearly painful. Country was competing with blue- eyed soul, Southern rock was prominent, and there was a smattering of a new sound, a primarily spoken type of music called rap. I got to Spencer's door and heard good old Led Zeppelin pounding out the speakers. I poked my head in and saw Spencer at his desk, and his roommate, a soft-spoken baseball player named Arlen Jones, on his back on his lofted bed, his.