.?I was insanely jealous as I tucked in the clean sheets for Laura?s bed.George and Laura?s bed.Back downstairs I emptied the laundry basket, sorting ...aura?s fancylingerie from the more sturdy items. I was starting to lose my enthusiasmfor the day. Here I was putting Laura?s bras and pants into the washingmachine when I should have been taking them off her with my teeth. Worse,I was handling George?s underwear and shirts.?Sally,? Laura shouted from upstairs, ?I need you!?This sounded promising.. For my last two years, I was on the five-year plan; I was fortunate enough to share a third floor two-bedroom apartment with a girl friend of mine, Claire. We had a strictly platonic relationship and since I am a bit of a neat freak it worked out very well. It was much better than living with any of my male friends who typically were slobs. Of course she knew nothing of my hobby and I was not ready to announce it.Claire was a very stylish dresser and I would try on the things she would leave. Her pussy must be getting wetter because my cock starts to slide in and out more easily, and with each stroke I go deeper. We have no gel, so the slipperiness is all her. In all of our interactions before this, Tabatha has played the role of the experienced older sister, who has her admiring little brother wrapped around her finger. But now I see something I have never seen before. A flicker of doubt or apprehension. At first I think she is having seconds thoughts about letting her brother. He'd gone back into his office with a slight shake of his head, and picked up the phone.A little later Elizabeth stood and walked off to find some paperwork, but on the way she made a detour and went to the Lab to find Anne.Elizabeth didn't often enter this part of the building, and when Anne saw her she turned with a smile on her face, which fell when she saw Elizabeth's grim expression."Elizabeth, what's up with Stan?" she asked. On seeing Elizabeth's quizzical expression she explained "Bob.