They were both very sexy indeed. Don’t ask me how the conversation turned to one of sex, if I’m honest it was probably me, I did that without even...realising, at times. When the conversation turned to “What got us going? I don’t think even I realised just how honest, I was going to be, and I could tell by their faces that they weren’t expecting it when I said that what I really wanted, was to be fisted. It took me at least 30 seconds to answer their question, and when you know the answer. Not physically, but definitely mentally. My aunts constant talking had finally giving me a headache and the board games she had insisted we play before bedtime had sapped what little politeness I had left. I was on the verge of telling her to shut the fuck up when she finally announced it was time for bed. With a relieved sigh, I literally ran out of the room. A few minutes later, I was in the bathroom, getting ready for bed. I had made sure to leave the door ajar, hoping to get another visit. Louis,’ Thorton said while taking the key, ‘Can I ask you to wait outside while we search?’ I nodded. ‘There’s a .45 in a locked file cabinet in the utility room,’ I continued, ‘key is on the chain. Permit is in my wallet. May we speak with Am.. Samantha?’ He looked at me for a moment trying to judge if I was a risk. ‘From outside of the car,’ Thorton said, ‘she has been advised of her rights. No physical contact.’ I was surprised he was going to let me at all. Maybe my cooperation with the. I wanted to see my lover. My mind was filled with the image of her beautiful ass swaying in green panties, the hitched up dress and that wicked, sexy grin as my cock was taken into her throat. I reached the landing and stopped with my hand on the bedroom door. Frowning, something slowly dawned on me and a realisation snapped into place. I glanced down at the door knob in my hand. The other side of the knob had panties on it. Pink panties. My eyes closed and I tried to remember my trip up the.