Andrea hada key and knew the alarm code. She must have allowed some of her friendsto drop me off. I do not know how I came to be undressed. She may ha...edone it here or elsewhere. I hoped no one else had undressed me. But thenI realized that everyone had probably seen me like this.I decided to shower. Most of the so-called tattooing faded lightly; thatassured me that it would all eventually come off. I was glad there wasnone on my face. I used a scrub brush to get the makeup off my face.After. She was wearing a saree and her pillow was down. She has a dynamic 38+ breast.I too gave a sexy smile and asked her does she need anything, she said nothing then I told her sit she sat and started telling that she is not getting sleep as her husband is not there and there is no one to hold beside. I understood what her intentions I was told she can sleep with me. Very hesitantly she said yes…but then she was worried about her daughter in the other room. She told me what your wife will think; I. I am in need of a sexy male who is capable of showing a woman what it means to go limp with desire. I need a man who can take me from behind as he tunnels his strong fingers into my thick locks and grab hold, tightening his grip as he forced my head back against his chest. I want his tongue to caress the curve of my shoulder, trailing with hot intent toward the exposed lobe of my right ear and just as his breath begins to send shivers down my spine, his will take that sensitive bit of flesh. I shake my head, not quite believing how taken in I am by this man’s beauty. And how much I really want him to fuck me.I pour the boiling water in the mugs, give them a quick stir and turn around. He’s hanging his jacket over a kitchen chair. I sneak a glance at his body totally in awe of what stands before me. His arms, thick like tree trunks, are muscled and tanned. I see a black tattoo just peeping out from underneath his T-shirt sleeve. I swallow. Lick my lips. I’ve always liked men with.