Cary takes a trip

They arrived home, Watson quickly changed into some older clothes, said goodbye, and took the car over to Rina's.

Inside, with the coast clear, Cary went up to Watsons room to double check on Taylors panties. She had left them in his laundry basket. She opened the door to his room, and walked over. There they were, right on top.

Hm, maybe I should put them somewhere more obvious? He could easily just throw his shirt on top and miss them. In his drawer? On his pillow? No no that would be too much. Oh! I know. She picked them up, sniffed them for good measure, and put them in his drawer, with a piece of the fabric hanging out so he'd be sure to see. Perfect. Taylor smells so sweet. Makes me horny just thinking about it.

She looked over at his bed, his pillow, and has a dirty thought.__

Shall I show him how horny I am?

She grabbed his pillow and rushed to her room. She lay it on her bed, removed her pants and panties, and sat on it. She rode and leaked her pussy juices into the pillow case. As she grinded in silence she imagined Watsons dick below her, penetrating her, filling her with heat. She finished and put her clothes back on. Her juices would dry by the time he got home. She snuck back her his room and put the pillow back where she found it. I wonder if he'll smell a difference.

I want him to shove my head facedown in that pillow and fuck my brains out. One can dream.