She gave a contented sigh as she slowed her pace before eventually stopping, simply and lovingly staring at the mess I’d made, glancing between it a...d my chest as I finished a long, soft groan. Perfect. I feel her release my member, and I watch her rise and move over to the mirror, taking a spare handkerchief from the drawer beneath and cleaning herself. I wipe a bead of sweat from my forehead prematurely, for I know she is nowhere near finished with me. Once I find the strength, I move. I told her I wasn't that sort of guy, if I wasn't going to contact her or see her again I would just say so. I told her I was wondering when she wanted to get together again and she suggested Friday, as she usually went out straight after work and often stayed at friends so her Mum and Dad wouldn't think it odd she didn't come home.Good plan I thought as, although we weren't actually doing anything wrong, I didn't think Her dad, Mark, would take kindly to his daughter fucking the electrician. In her drugged stupor she sounded a lot like a new born. She was too far gone to tell me where she lived.I went through her purse and found her driver's license. I found what I hoped was her current address and drove her home. The address was easy to find. It was less than a mile from my house.When we got there I used her keys to open the door. Since her keys fit the locks I figured it was a safe bet that she lived here. I put her to bed, fully dressed, and then I started to leave.I don't know. “Hold that thought. I’m going to slip into something a little more comfortable.”That made Harry smile. When she ‘slipped into something more comfortable’ it almost always involved large amounts of lace and exposed skin. This time it was silk baby doll pajamas in light blue. He smiled broadly at her as she stopped in the doorway to model it for him. “Very nice,” he said as he patted the floor next to him and made a show of scooting over to make room for her.“You and Angie have a good.