"Shh," I said. "Go back to sleep." Sandra mumbled something incoherent and I headed to the bathroom. When I came back, Sandra had - in spite of my bes... efforts - come awake and was sitting up, looking around the living room rather sleepily."What time is it?" she asked."Late," I said. "Or rather, early, I guess. It's the middle of the night."She nodded. "How did the game turn out?" she asked, then grimaced theatrically when I told her. "Glad I fell asleep," she said."It wasn't pretty," I agreed.. The door opened and wow man the lady who had made me masturbate innumerable no.Of times was standing in front of me, clad in a simple but a thin transparent saree with a short sleeved thin blouse. Her saree was black in colour with flowers printed on it in orange colour, the kind of sarees house wives wear and look so innocently hot. Her blouse was white in colour ,thin and semi-transparent one. Now let me tell you about her structure not the approximate measurement but what ever I was able. I told Rahul I had to go now but for him to stay and enjoy himself and hopefully I would see him there next Thursday. A final kiss and I left him to enjoy his night.I made my way to where the buses departed from and had a coffee at the nearby coffee shop watching the buses fill and depart to various destinations. I had just finished my coffee when I saw the three guys I had shared the back seat with on my last bus trip home. They enquired of the driver where he was heading and boarded the empty. Is that a fire? I looked through one of the windows and saw a fire burning. Oh what the hell, I need somewhere to sleep, and I certainely can't stay in this car. If the feds caught me in a stolen car, that would be like adding insult to injury. I got out and made my way to the front of the house. The screen door was almost nonexistent and holy crap was this door old, or rather old looking. Nonetheless the door opened, and the inside was no better than the outside. Old newspapers everywhere, and.