I had it all stuffed in the machine when the bell rang a second time. Heather called out,"I'd get that, I believe it's opportunity ringing." She may h...ve missed the saying but I got the idea. As I ran to the door, Heather announced, "I'm off for a hot shower. Big Hank, you're with me." Hank smiled and happily followed that tight round ass. I got to the door before the third ring to find Tara Fleming in cutoff t shirt and shorts that made Heather's look modest. The reason she was there hit me. Her lips were plump, her nose was strong, and her gaze was intense. Seraph guessed she was a few inches past five feet tall, a full foot shorter than him. She began to work at the buckle that held her jacket closed, her eyes never leaving his. “Professor Fat Booty?” Seraph puzzled. He tried to spring awake, to get to his feet, but found his actions sluggish and weak. Something was tranquilizing him. “What did you do to me, Sara? Why is she here?” With effort, he struggled out of bed and got his. They spoke a few words to each other then the man began studying some papers, business I suppose. I was carefully avoiding staring directly at her, making the most of sideways glances and brief looks as I turned my head. She was sitting with her knees slightly spread, when to my delight she spread her legs. I still could only see her right leg but now I had this wonderful view of her inner thigh and just a peek of blue panties. Of course, when she made this move my eyes just locked on the. "Well, here we are," he said a few minutes later as he parked the car in her driveway."Good," she cooed in a soft voice. "What are your plans now?" I thought we might go up to your bedroom," he answered with a suggestive grin."Will you promise to misbehave?" she winked."I don't think I could possibly behave around you." He walked around and opened the door for her."Good," she giggled as she got out of the car. "I was hoping you'd do some naughty things to me." Like what?" he asked."I want you.