“No, they won’t. They sleep like the dead and snore really loud. Trust me, a freight train could come through here and they wouldn’t even notice.”
One of Duncan’s hands slid down the smaller man’s stomach to stop between Lynn’s legs and cup his crotch.
Arching against him, Lynn said, “You’re so bad. You know I can’t resist you when you do that.”
“Of course I do. That’s why I do it.” Pushing his hand up under the negligee, Duncan played with the pubic hair and fondled the balls, loving their weight in his hand. “You know, I love it that you feel comfortable wearing whatever you like around me, no matter if it’s panties, a jockstrap, or nothing at all—it’s just, you’re happy with who you are and that’s so hot.”
“Glad you feel that way, but less talking, more stroking.” Lynn took Duncan’s
