I sleep like s**t all night. My ears perk up when I think I hear someone outside near dawn. No knock and no Morgan, so I guess it's the wood moving with the temperature. I get out of bed, naked, like always, my room as dark as a tomb, just the way I like it.
I blink when I open the door. Too f*****g sunny down here. Hanging on the outside knob is a thong. A beautiful, lacy purple thong. I slip a finger in, pick it up, it feels heavy, and close the door.
Oh, that Kate. The gusset is soaked. She told me she had other panties, and these are beautiful.
I press the gusset to my mouth, tasting her, tart, but sweet and so wet. My other hand is stroking my c**k, reliving that feeling of it touching her p***y as we came at the same time. I can't believe I'm going to c*m so fast. I hold the panty
