We don't know if Stockwell is a cop as well or just an informant." replied Simonds."Damn. How much do they know?" Not enough to move against us yet, o...viously. But it's only a matter of time. We should use this time to destroy any evidence and get out while we can."Quince sat down behind his desk. He was quiet for several moments. Simonds knew better than to disturb him. Finally, Quince said, "Maybe we could remove Stockwell from the scene." The second he disappears, this place will be raided.. She was wearing a full panty under it, and when she turned her back, the panty lines showed nicely. A pair of white open-toe mules were on her bare feet. She stood against the counter drinking her coffee and chatted with us, and the morning sun coming through the window made her robe almost see-through at times. I tried to focus on my breakfast, but my penis was focusing on Margaret.Pat finished and said he had to help clean the church after service, and would be home a bit later than usual.. She makes me so frigging horny that I just want to whip out my cock and force her to touch me, stroke me, and suck me. She's such a sexy slut. Always purposely flashing me her panties and her bra and making it appear accidental, when she catches me staring, she loves turning it around to make me feel like the pervert for looking, when she's the cockteaser. Yeah, that's what she is. She's nothing but a cockteaser.Especially with it being Nude Day in just a few days, the thought of my sister. "What?!" Lauren says, her arms still crossing her chest."Uh, just...." You scramble for an explanation. "Just surprised you had the courage to step out of the house wearing this!" Safe."Hey, I've got the figure for it. Why shouldn't I?"You look back at her. She's looking right back at you, this smug, defgiant look in her eye.Just like Lauren; always trying to prove she's just as grown up as you. Makes you want to... NO. DOWN, Little John!You supress your... baser instincts and wade back into.