Hearing the newcomer call, Beacon turned his head, and smiled broadly. "I didn't think you were going to make it," he said cheerfully. Walking up to one of his oldest friends and most passionate playmates, he couldn't help but smile. "Of course," he said, "You realize that outfit will never do." Walking up to the girl, memories of past pleasures and recent mutual explorations surging in his mind, he reached out to trace the outline of one breast with a single finger. "You've been here before, you know the house rules. Am I going to have to have this conversation with you every time you drop in?" He stepped closer, moving behind her, caressing his way up her spine as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Or is it that you like being forced to obey," he said, chuckling as he reached out quickly and unhooked her bra, cupping her breasts from behind and giving them a firm squeeze as it fell to the floor. "Now, my beautiful, sexy friend, are you going to ditch the panties on your own, or do you need some help with those, as well?" Giving her a soft, lingering, passionate kiss on her arching throat, he laughed again, wondering just how far she would push him, and what he would do when she did.