As Steve was sliding his fingers inside my wet thong and against my slippery smooth p***y, I heard the door open yet again.”
Thomas had shifted in his seat to cross his legs in a vain attempt to hide the raging erection he was now sporting. I popped a mushroom into my mouth and fluttered my eyelashes at him.
“Thomas? You okay?”
He nodded and covered his crotch with his hands.
“Maybe I should sit over there for the rest of the story?”
He looked half nervous and half excited. I grinned and walked around the coffee table to slide in right up next to him. My fingers tickled the inside of his thigh, all the way up but stopping just short of actually touching his aching c**k. He squirmed against my hip and I tickled down the other thigh.
“Dammit,” he whispered, “you’re gonna get us kicked
