Lunch with no panties
0 Her eyes were looking pleadingly over at her mum, ignoring Phil altogether. 21sextury A new fear gripped Kiara as Terry lifted his heavy body off of her, only momentarily to slip his hand down between them. She would never let the other guys out of her sight. “Help at the site”
Terry sighed as he set the car in motion, chuckling quietly and catching Phil’s eye in the rear-view mirror. He’d only just slammed the door shut and a hand was already clapping onto his shoulder. Her eyes were looking pleadingly over at her mum, ignoring Phil altogether. Phil knew exactly why she was reacting so badly, and he began to feel creeping nerves gnawing away at him. “I’ll meet you downstairs,” said Terry gruffly, as Phil fished out Kiara’s sock from her boot and dressed the rest of her. “Brilliant,” Phil enthused as the car drew up in front of his home, his eyes stuck looking out the window at the house. The two men didn’t exchange any more words. The button stayed fastened, just the zip lowered enough to let it hang out through the gap. Feeling more settled with the situation, Phil extricated himself from Sadie, and sat back and suffered the last few minutes of the show, including the few minutes that Sadie rewound, which they’d missed through talking. The idea that Phil had made this more public. Spying one of the nasty looking purple bruises on her stomach, he touched it tenderly, perturbed that she would have proper physical evidence on her now of an attack.
