Sabhi ne kaha ab partu over karni chahiye so humne party over ki or bhabhi ki sari friend unke ghar se cahli gayi. Ab mai bhabhi hi sirf unke ghar me ...ah gaye. Bhabhi ne humesha ki tarah 2 peg banai or mere hatho me diya or hum dono ne apna 2 peg khatam kiya.Ab wo madbhari nigaho se mujhe dekh kar Boli Andy I Love U Yaar..! Or fir mere gale lag gayi maine unhe sahara dete hue unke lips pe kiss kiya or Love U 2 Bhabhi Bola fir unhe unke kamre me le gaya jaha pahle se unhone bed ko saja rakha tha. ‘Allergies?’ ‘Every time I see you.’ She squeezed my hand and guided me to the car. I promptly fell asleep in mid-sentence. I don’t know if it was her sentence or mine, but it didn’t matter. We got home and I got to do something I’d been dreaming about for days: sleep. I tossed my clothes in the hamper and all cares aside for the next 13 hours. When I awoke it was 11:30 am Thursday. The house was quiet. Claire was at work and wouldn’t be home for six hours. My mind said ‘Get up!’ but my body. I had never been so interested by a woman, and the more I went over the memories of the previous night the more I was sure it was not just her body that captivated me. I went home to shower, shave again and get dressed in something nice but casual. I did not want to spook her by overdressing for a casual chat. I thought it was likely scary enough for her to realize a 42-year-old man was enchanted by her. I was about to find out that I would be the scared one. I know its not the acceptable thing. Today she was wearing a tight, low cut blouse and jacket, her big juicy tits almost popping out, a tiny, black business skirt, more like a belt, thigh high stockings, that stopped at her upper thighs and some very sheer, very black high heels to finish the look. Brittany just didn't see the point of having a body that she looked after, and not show it off to the world. Plus she loved the attention and favors that she got from doing it. “Anytime Miss Stevens,” Mr Jones smirked as he adjusted.