“I may be slow,” I retorted, “but you’re the one that still has her panties on.” So saying, I knelt in front of her, slipped my thumbs into ...he waistband, and hauled them down. I was now face-to-face with her nicely furred mound. Putting a hand around to each butt-cheek, I pulled her in and nuzzled her soft patch of pubic hair, inhaling the aroma of her arousal before snaking my tongue out for its first taste of her nectar. Emily groaned, and pulled my head closer as she spread her legs.. He did say he didn't come come before work, right? Was he lying before? Is he toying with us? My mind races, but I try to shrug it off quickly. I try to convince myself he's just innocently asking what we were up to.Walker didn't respond. I'm guessing he was having the same thoughts I was and is feeling anxious. So I responded, "I took him to a party with some friends of mine. He got pretty drunk by the end of the night, so I took him home. We hung out and had a few more beers here. I didn't. A terrified Ellen called Derrick and explained the situation. She askedif he could stay in her home for a few weeks. Derrick jumped at herinvitation.Ellen could read her husband like an open book. His body language toldEllen that Heather was not pleased by the idea that Derrick was coming tostay in their home. Ellen took Heather aside and got into his grill."Honey, Derrick is a very good friend and is doing us a favor being here,"she said sternly. "He is my house guest; besides I want him. Ben bellowed out what the hell is going on? I looked at him, looked at Belinda as the realisation hit and looked back at Ben before stating but I thought it was Linda as Belinda screamed up at Ben at the same time I thought it was you!! Belinda screamed again and frantically tugged the bedding around her trying to hide her nudity as pandemonium broke out with everyone all yelling and screaming at once. Ben was threatening to bash my head in, Belinda was screaming pervert so I spoke in a deep.