.It had been such a crappy day. Yet again, I was left alone in the office after everyone else had called it a day and I still had an hour's worth of w...rk to get through.I took a drink of the acrid vending machine coffee and looked out of the office window. The sky was starting to darken as evening was becoming night. My car sat alone in the car park, illuminated by the solitary security light, slowly starting to make an impact in the weakening light. Why was I here working on my own again, on a. Everyone she knew left the apartment block. Except for her. And for that noisy family downstairs. A Filipino family.They had a son who was in high school playing basketball all the time. She sent them a note before, telling them to lower down the noise level. They had already become Canadian citizens and their son was a second generation Canadian. Isabelle was a petite French woman at the age of 35; 5 foot 9, round face, short brown hair, green eyes and resembled that French actress who. "Shall we then?" she asked, and I nodded, knowing what she meant. Sarah sat at the head of her bed (on her pillows) facing me, and I turned to face her. Legs opening gingerly, letting each other get a good look. I can't begin to tell you how turned on but how nervous I was! Having someone looking at me like that for the first time...I remember my eyes following up her stomach and breasts, up to her eyes, smiling, and she must have realised as she looked back at me. I smiled at her (God this was. I was having beer. As beer is my favourite. She was bit high. Due to alcohol. The shyness inside her completely vanished. She was bold women now. As she was completely open. The effect of alcohol on both of us was taking us to some other place. We were aroused and we both needed a fuck their itself, as Kruthi was rubbing my boy under the table. I was fully hard. I just signaled her that comes let’s leave, as soon as we reached near the parking place. We got inside the car and started fucking.