I can assure you that I haven't been wearing them." At this I chuckled,hoping to cover up the bald faced lie, only last night I had worn afavorite pai... of white lace panties to supper. "By the way, what,exactly were you doing in that closet?" Counter offensive, might have ahope of turning it around, make her in the wrong rather than me."You hired me to clean the house; I assumed that meant all of it,including the closets. I only wanted to move some of the things in theback of that closet so. I 
slide my other hand down to the thighs of your pajamas, rubbing them through the soft fabric, as you moan I kiss you sliding my hand down your stomach into your 
pajama bottoms and wrap one finger around your moist panties, I untie your pajamas and pull down both your pajamas and your wet panties, revealing your shaven lips, which I lightly caress as you lay there half naked, I slip your shirt over your head and twist your nipple as I spread your lips, and rub your clit, moving my fingers. “She’s here now—uh!”“Well, don’t stop on account of me,” said Steve. “Do you think I could get a turn with her after you’re done?”“Ask—her—yourself,” I panted, through the slurpy sounds of Kayla’s blowjob. I felt embarrassed, and oddly naked, even though my dick was covered up by Kayla and the blankets. Steve has seen my limp dick lots of times, after I shower, or at the urinals, and I’ve seen his. But Steve has never seen my dick when it’s hard, and he’s never seen me jerk off. Now Steve. It seems he wants me to keep my upper body firm to the mattress, while my ass sticks up in the air. The anticipation of having him buried deep inside me from behind makes me moan and writhe beneath him. I feel him shift backwards a bit. Then I feel his hot length rubbing between my ass cheeks. It turns me on so much, I moan. He slides his hard cock further. His hands grip my hips harder. He slides between my legs. I feel him slide against my sensitive clit and I moan, again. He coats his dick.