"Smell? I let my hands drift to her hips. "You're not wearing panties?" She took them off." Of course," I said. "Hardcore lesbians that you both are."...I don't know how it started. She knew where to touch. She has the-the thing. What do you call it. At least I think so." People somehow found it difficult to think about the remote when the darn thing was turned on.Jan squirmed around facing me. "We are not having sex in the laundry room while your sister listens in the kitchen." Yes, we are," I. His oddly twisted neck and dull, unfocused eyes made that obvious to even the casual observer.I holstered my pistol, reversed my stage gun until it hung by its sling in front of me, and then gingerly rolled Greer onto his back. I gasped at the sight of him, because the front of his shirt was slit in a number of places and drenched in blood. His face was battered beyond recognition and his neck was broken. Someone had made a sporting production out of killing him. I took a quick look around then. " Dawn said, doing the one thing she swore she wouldn't do and hesitate, which was a big mistake on her part. Aside from the obvious reason that it could lead to her downfall Dawn had never doubted Faith was a top. That was one of the main reasons fantasies of dominating the Dark Slayer had always been so hot.Forcing herself out of her own head Dawn suddenly realised Faith wasn't trying to fight the spell or demand that Dawn let her go or anything. The Dark Slayer wasn't even acting like her. I reached down and pulled up his shirt. He removed it as I touched his abs, again. I couldn't help it. I tugged at his shorts waistline and he murmured, "Take off your clothes, too."I couldn’t help but giggle a bit nervously because he was so cute. I decided to make a show of it for him and, after he took off his pants, I led him over to the edge of the bed.When he sat down, I pulled off my shirt and I turned around so that, when I took off my shorts, he could watch my butt. He leaned back, his.