Water was dripping from it and rolling over her body. Droplets were dotting her whole body, especially her upper part of visible boobs and cleavage. A...big water droplet rolled along from her neck in front of my eyes. It rolled down her neck over to her boobs and into the cleavage in between. Her skin tight suit hid it from my eyes. The suit was wet from the shower. It pushed up her boobs to show up her cleavage well above her neck line. The boobs are really huge making the cleavage look very. This is it."Hesitating for just a moment, you steel yourself and knock on the double-story house's front door. "I'll get it," you hear a girl's voice sound from inside.The door opens and a petite girl with light brown skin, with matching brown hair and eyes, smiles at you, "Hi! You must be James. Come on in, take a look at the place!"You thank her and step into the carpeted sitting room. She's rather cute and you can't help but admire the way her knee-length white skirt hugs the curves of her. As the week wore on, the sex became tamer, more languid and, comfortable.The indiscretions, however, continued. They could happen anytime but were more likely to occur toward the end of the week. I thought they would have stopped now that we had all day throughout the week to indulge in our sexual fantasies but it didn’t turn out that way.That mistaken belief may have been born in the expectation that, having sex so often, my interest would have waned but when Lynn began dropping unmistakably. I stepped out of my Volvo. Its silver cover glinted deliciously in the big, black night sky, illuminated by the commotion and lights below. I was careful not to rip my new short Mulberry dress, black and skimming my hips, wrapping around my long legs and clinging to my small but firm breasts. I picked up my Gucci purse. I wasn't being a snob, but didn't people at least dress up to get drunk or something? Walking right up confidently to the most famous local bar, Let's All Get Drunk!, the noise.