My hair was clean, combed and trimmed. In fact all of me was much cleaner than I was accustomed to. On the streets, I bathed perhaps once a month and ...leaned my clothing once a tenday at most, but both Quinlan and Anarion bathed daily when they could and insisted that I do so as well. It was a practice I performed most grudgingly at first but I have since found that I quite like it.Despite being clean in clothing, hair, and body, I still felt like an idiot country rube. Anarion and I's. Still in post-orgasmic lethargy, he absently thought that she must work out a lot to keep her ass in such incredible shape – or she was incredibly lucky. He got an even better view of it when she bent over to finish removing her panties, thrusting her butt toward him. Once she stepped out of them, she turned around. His eyes widened when he saw the dark curls between her legs. They were trimmed, but still completely surrounded her pussy and formed a triangle above. “Do you mind?” she asked. "Where is everyone?" he asked looking around. "Thomas is over at Jeff's house. Robin is with Cindy and Robert is out with his friends for the night," I smiled as he put down his briefcase. "So we got the house to ourselves?" he said with a devilish grin. I nodded as I stepped back again. "What's going on?" he said looking at me. "I have been outside in the mud, planting some new flowers," I lied. "Don't want to get you dirty." "Oh, a little dirt didn't hurt anybody," Stan said as he moved. “Something we haven’t seen before?” he asks.But before words can even leave her lips, the building shudders. The floor shakes, threatening to force them both to their knees. The sound of gunfire erupts a second later.“They’re past our first line of defense,” she states. “Sir, weneed to get you out of here.”“I’m not going anywhere,” he says. He calmly walks over to the dresser and slides out the bottom drawer. The female agent looks to see what he is doing, but she cannot see anything save for a.