Then I turned back and stood just in front of Vathsala looking at her in her seated position. She had not moved. She was seated on the toilet seat, he... tight mini skirt drawn up to her waist, and her string-like panty pulled halfway down her thighs. Her hands were still on her breasts, which were still heaving. This time the heaving was not due to the panic – I was sure of that. ‘I just finished when you crashed in’ she said looking directly in to my eyes. I returned the look. ‘Good.’ I said,. "He heard me sob and I saw the door open in the mirror and my head sunkinto my hands."Oh Stacey! What's wrong?" he said walking over and zipping up my dress.Then I noticed he was dressed in a long flowing coat wearing a widebrimmed hat and looking rather like Kid Creole."Call me Carlos. Let me take you home." Thank you," I said remembering a line from Tennessee Williams. "I havealways depended on the kindness of strangers."For some reason I held out my hand to him like a woman and he bent. That basically was my life. I had got addicted to Phentermine diet pills, and gi. So my food bills were negligible, but one of the side effects was I was constantly needing to cum. My flat was covered in porn dvds and magazines, and I had a dildo, that I had bought to fuck the wife with, if she ever came up. Anyway scene set, I pull up from work, walk into my flat, and my landlady is standing there, with a dildo in her hand and a DVD in the other. We look at each other for what seems like. It won’t happen again.” She assumed a voice like that of a schoolgirl. Claire felt a twitch in her nether region. The saucy minx was trying to seduce her. Visions of all the dirty things she would do to the girl flashed through her mind. She shook her head to clear it and pulled away the hand that had unconsciously wandered down through her satin shorts and stroked her pussy.“You damn well not let it happen again!” Claire barked, sitting up and swinging her legs down over the side of the bed to.