I wipe my soaked pussy with the used panties and then put them back under some clothes in the basket. I head back downstairs, my cheeks a little flush...d but Paul doesn't seem to notice and we enjoy our dinner and a bottle of wine before settling down on the sofa to watch the movie. I soon find myself struggling with the film as I can’t get the thought of Dave and my panties out of my head. Did he take another pair and was he using them right at this moment? I shake my head, trying. But he liked it. Having always previously lived in a city, he now preferred the semi-rural tranquillity. In England you were never very far away from a fast connecting road, so he was not disadvantaged at all by distance.He was now categorised as one of those minor celebrities who television companies often call on when they want someone vaguely famous, but who isn't an expensive, so-called, 'A-lister' and perhaps not even a 'B-lister'! How would he describe himself then ... a curiosity,. She came again and sat next to me saying that her father-in-law was too tired and felt asleep while trying to rest.I was happy deep inside my heart. I said it’s okay, I must leave then and I tried to stand up when she suddenly grabbed my hand and with yet another naughty smile said, I won’t let u go easily this time or else my father-in-law won’t be happy. Besides I am sure you got nothing else to do at home this time. I see u resting all the day in your room (saying this she bit her tongue). She looked back over her shoulder with a smile, her big blue eyes glinting and her bright red lipstick glistening. They took the lift to their floor and headed for the room. John told Emma that they have a guest waiting for them, but she wasn’t allowed to see until she’d taken off her dress in the room, and made herself comfortable on the bed in her stockings, heels and lingerie. Only at that time would she find out who the mystery guest was. She didn’t even know if it would be a he or a she! .