Then while I slipped of my shirt she had my belt unbuckled and unbuttoned my trousers. When she unzipped them they also fell to the floor. I reached d...wn and tossed them over on a chair. We were both down to our underwear. She sat on the edge of the big bed. I pushed her back lightly so she was lying on her back with her legs dangling over the side. I reached up and put my fingers on the sides of her panties. I slowly pulled them off as she lifted her hips to help me out.After removing her. Tried to talk to him. Never did figure out what language he was speaking. Besides, he was a first class low talker."Okay... , Buddy," I finally said out of exasperation. "We're just going to call you Mr. Whiskers. That okay with you?"He looked up. Made an unintelligible sound... Hell... , I have no idea what he said; or whether he even agreed or not. At that point, we decided to let Mr. Whiskers stick around for maybe a couple of days until he could find other quarters."Just for a couple of. A non-existent hand is unbuttoning your blouse while you and the spirit play cat and mouse with your tongues. Slowly, one button at a time until your blouse is fully open. Feel the hands easing the blouse over your shoulders? Lean forward and let the blouse fall off your arms.No, no…..don’t sit back. The hands are expertly unhooking your bra. Gosh, I hope nobody comes back, you think, as the bra falls forward and you can feel your nakedness. It’s OK……go ahead and unbutton and unzip your slacks.. Her one arm around Derek’s shoulder while the other rubs his erect penis, her breath warm with delicious insults upon his ear, she seems at the same time as intent and as carefree as someone who has, within the craziness of the situation, found a sense of belonging. How curious, thinks Ruiz, and turns to Naea. For a while she continues to look on, transfixed – a curious gleam in her eyes that surrenders something close to lust.“Oh, it’s you,” says Naea with a start.“Yeah…um… who else would it.