We're both laughing hysterically as we enter the laundry room. Maggie drops her shorts and panties on the washer, pulls off her halter top, tossing it there, too. Completely naked, she turns to me, wraps her arms around my waist and pushes her tongue in my mouth.
"Have I thanked you for liberating me from Harry's curse?" She asks, breaking off the kiss to pull my shirt over my head.
"Several times, Maggie." I say, smiling. "You don't have to keep thanking me." I say, as she pushes my hands away from the waistband of my pants and lets them fall to the floor. Bending down she pulls my jockey shorts down and I step out of them.
"You're going to be naked, too, while we do this." Maggie smiles. "In fact, I think I should suck on you while you trim me. What do you think?" She teases, licking
