”“Like what?”“Dress stodgily. Make yourself unattractive. Have your hair cut in an unflattering way. Wear sunglasses and a scarf. Don’t wear...makeup.”“Oh.”“Or when you do go out, go out with a guy. The other guys will think you already have a boyfriend. If you’re by yourself and a guy tries to talk to you, look down and say something quiet to put him off.”“Like what?”“Like you’re late and you have to go. Or your boyfriend is the jealous type and you can’t talk to other men. You’re sick and don’t. Please share your views and comments in my email id. So guys, beautiful and sexy ladies get ready for the next part of the story. This is a real sex story.She was burning like a fire. She was breathing heavily, I can see the lust in her eyes which are pleading for more.When I circling her nipples I paused and inhaled, her hot and wet (with my saliva) nipples to get cold and this acts as fuel for the fire. She started getting wet now. Her juices are flowing from her pussy on my fingers. I can. She had a couple sleeping outfits at my place by now. I laid her down in my bed and I put a trash can by her and a couple of Motrin with a glass of water on the night stand. I settled in and watched the last few innings of the Tigers game. I checked on her once and found her rolled onto her back. I gently shook her and she rolled to her side. I put a couple pillows behind her so she wouldn’t roll back and saw her slowly open her eyes. ‘I’m drunk.’ She said. I couldn’t help but chuckle. . Doris was not looking happy. "Where are we going," she asked nervously. "We've arrived," Jack replied with a grin. "These two gentlemen are friends of mine, Bob, and Steve. Gentlemen, this delicious young girl is Doris."Both of them were unashamedly staring at Doris, looking her up and down from her head to toe. "She looks good," Bob began. "I like dark haired girls." "I think I want to go back," Doris said, "Can we go back now please."Jack gave a laugh. "We only just got here, Doris. And Bob.