She screamed again when she realized she was nude. "What am I doing here?" she demanded. She looked around for her clothes; when she couldn't find the... she started to freak out again."Don't scream again, my head is pounding," I pleaded. "Use my robe, it's on the door behind you."She turned around, grabbed my robe and put it on. When she turned around I saw maybe the best ass at school. The robe was a little large on her but at least she stopped screaming. "What went on last night? What did you. Dev was driving his new matte black Range Rover with the windows so heavily tinted no one could see in. The car did look like a SWAT wagon. By contrast, Dale was driving an old Mercedes that had been modified with a 450-horsepower engine in it, about three times what the original model had installed. Either vehicle was capable of near instantaneous speeds of over a hundred miles an hour. Further, both men had been trained in defensive driving.Dale commented into his headset, “Everything looks. Then at night time we all had the dinner and went to bed as usual I slept beside her but I cannot get the sleep and started observing her and I realised that the pallu was little displaced from her breasts giving me an ample view and she didn’t wear a bra and her blouse was wet at her nipples due to her milk and I slowing started caressing her nipples with my fingers thinking about the morning situation I gathered some courage and pinched her nipplesSuddenly she woke up and I withdrew my hand. You've got the whole elite Orange County lifestyle thing going on, like I do, with nice parents who never let you suffer. And yet you DO have a fire in your belly. You're more driven and work harder than anyone else I know! Why do you think that is?"Christine pondered that carefully. Then she said, "To be honest, I don't know. I've always been this way. I know what you mean, that people who have a chip on their shoulder of some kind are often really driven, but I don't feel I have any axe to.