Emma murmured her pleasure as Scott’s tongue flicked across her nipple, and raised her arms over her head as he tugged her tank-top up and off her body.  Her bra followed soon after, and she laid back on the sofa wearing nothing but her panties.  But if she knew Scott as well as she thought she did, she figured she’d be losing her panties before long.<br/><br/>Emma reached behind her for the cordless phone on the table behind the sofa, squealing softly as Scott teased her panties  down her thighs.   She punched the number to Bella’s store into the phone and held the phone to her ear, waiting for Isabella to pick up.  When she heard her voice on the other end of the line, Emma gasped, “Bella, are you almost done down there?”   She lifted her hips a bit to allow Scott to ease her panties down past her hips.  “Uhhh…. Scott and I were just ummmm…  really excited for you to come home,” she told her.  “Hurry home, sweetie,” she told Isabella before disconnecting the line.<br/><br/>“Hopefully that’ll do it,” she smiled at Scott.<br/>