One of his dealers had approached me the first week I was here and had a hard time accepting that I didn’t touch the stuff.When they realised that I...hadn’t gone home with the group I’d been hanging around with and was sticking around, they became a bit more insistent. I’d had to break the dealer’s hand when he tried to lift my wallet when I wouldn’t buy off him.Taib, the arsehole, wasn’t happy. But Adnan got to the local magistrate first and complained about the dealer was scaring off his. Again Diane looked a bit confused but said nothing, her quiet acceptance of what I was doing was exciting and I'd even go as far as to say it began turning me on a bit. Every so often as we chatted about work, family, the future, this and that I stood up tugging at my panties, pulling them up higher and higher till they were as high as they'd go. My undies were now pulled up so high they were covering my belly button and my crotch was straining against my pussy when I tried to pull my underwear. His life was in overdrive. As he drove to his parents’ house, Liu had already made the decision that he was going to be in control of the conversation. When he arrived, he rang the doorbell and his mother answered, greeting him with a big hug and kiss. “I’m so happy to see you, Liu! Did you eat? Are you hungry? Let me make something for you to eat,” his mother Ming said as she hurried to the kitchen. “I’m fine mom. It’s ok, I’m not hungry,” he replied as he took off his jacket and loosened his. There had been some exploration, over clothing, of each other’s more evident physical attributes, accompanied by moans and sighs from both of them. When Deon’s hand had slipped between her thighs to lightly grip her vulva, Bertie had suggested they retire to the bedroom. Fingers fumbled, hands interfered, tongues intermingled, and feet got tangled as the May/December pair rushed to shed their clothing. Finally Bertie, with a laugh, cried, ‘Stop!’ Deon stopped trying to pull her shirt over her.