The party we went to was loud and fun. He and I hit it off well and my mood became romantic thanks, I suspect, to the alcohol. It was after midnight w...en Jane and her guy went back to his apartment. My date offered to walk me home. He got invited up to my room (how did that happen?). Our rooms were laid out with two bedrooms, a bathroom and study area. Actually tiny, but separate rooms offered some privacy. We exchanged good-byes and I kissed him goodnight and went to the bathroom. When I. One evening, I heard him mumbling in his sleep, and he rolled over on his side towards me. His arm d****d across my chest and I lay very still. He continued mumbling so I was sure he was asleep. I rather enjoyed feeling his arm on me. I slowly rolled on my side as well, pressing my back against his body. I loved the warmth he radiated and his hand now lay on my breast. I snuggled myself further back against him and in my thin negligee, my buttocks rested with his cock laying along my crack.I. The trip is on. Darla is buying Arabian Downs without Steve. They're separated. Steve wants a divorce." Really?" Yep. Great news, huh? I mean... dammit that sounded terrible. I meant great news about Arabian Downs, not Darla and Steve's separation." The greatest, Pops. I'm really happy for you. This changes the dynamics for the trip, though. Without Steve along, we'll need to alter my plan." Uh-uh. No plan. I'm in no mood to be Machiavellian. We'll just ask them outright." What if we're wrong?". Slowly I pulledand moved the gleaming beads into their natural pattern, until I finallywas aware of what I had. I'd seen this item before in the movies, butnever one this fine or delicate in its beauty...in person. Thecraftsmanship was exquisite, it was an intricate beaded breastplate witha light pattern in the middle, that I was having trouble making out.I instantly knew that this would have had to be Indian beadwork, probablyadorning someone very important long, long ago. The design that.