She returned to the window with a little smirk on her face and put on leg up on the window sill exposing herself. One hand spread her lips and the oth...er put fingers in her mouth playfully to get wet. She started rubbing her clit. She was obviously enjoying herself, lost in the moment.“Oh FUCK!” One of the yahoos yelled out. It was clear that she heard this, because she slowed down and the expression on her face changed a little. It didn’t really sound like me, but who else could it be? Would. Anyway, I’m going to take a shower, I’m sure I reek after my exercise,” I tell her, trying to close the discussion before it becomes more slippery.“Okay. You tell me if you want to talk, Alex. Anytime. I’m here to listen and comfort anyone that needs help. Then, have a good night, talk to you tomorrow,” she tells me, disappointment showing on her face.“Good night,” I reply, feeling relieved that she doesn’t try to convince me further.She goes up the stairs, keeping an eye on me as she does. I. Missy and Howard followed and we all sat around the small table. A server brought us cups and a large pot of coffee that was put on a warmer."It is nice to meet you Mr. Marshal, um, ah, Chuck." Missy said."I thought you were on the other side of the country, Missy?" I questioned."We were until Michelle called yesterday. We came quickly as she has never called us about a man before. She has never had a man stay with her more than an hour or so." You could tell she didn't know how to really put. I decided to wait until Tom went to the rest room to ask Marie if Tom wanted k**s, because when she brought it up he seemed uncomfortable by it. Marie whispered to me that Tom was the issue why they are having difficulty getting pregnant. While we were chatting I noticed her hand was rubbing my thigh up and down. She did get close to my cock a few times but again, that could be an innocent friendly touch. When Tom got back we decided to go back to their house. Tom took out his bottle of Brandy.