Thomas smirked, as he kissed Brennan's forehead, "Silly, you can't just shove a sock in her mouth, watch and learn sexy."
Leaning forward he knew the voyeur in Brennan would find this hot and the scientist would study it. Smirking he said i Ange's ear, "You can taste it cant' you, her sweat dripping down her foot's arch gathering in her super soft sock you can imagine how the cashmiere caressed her soft pale toes, their red you know, bright cherry red like her lips, tell me Angela we both know which you'd rather run your tongue along but tell me anyway tell me how you crave the taste of her toes TELL ME!"