My delightful friend decides that we should go look through the photo albums and see evidence of the last time we saw each other, someone or others we...ding. We ascend several flights of stairs to the top floor study where the photo albums are kept, which offered me spectacular views of her sensual very tight arse. I am really struggling to focus by the third floor. Then, the joy of her reaching up to collect yet another photo album down from the shelf, her dress rides up and flops around as we. It was typical of Susan that instead of easing the cork out in a professional manner she had opted for the more flamboyant method and squeezed it out with her thumbs. The cork followed a high parabola through the air and landed with a plop out in the lake. “Only plastic glasses I’m afraid Adam.” Susan told him. “I hope you don’t mind.”“No not at all.”Susan poured the champagne out carefully and passed the glasses around. “Anyway,” she said returning to the conversation. “Jackie ought to be. DeWayne just smiled,kneeling down to unbuckle my sandals. Coming loose frommy feet, they hit the floor — ‘clunk… clunk’. ThenDeWayne stood to face me, reaching right out to cup andsqueeze my boobs.“Boy that stuff works fast.”“Wha’ are you talking ’bout,” I asked sluggishly.“The drug I put in your drink, Katie,” he grinned.“They said it might take another half hour to hit you,”he replied pulling me closer and. We came into our senses when the song stopped. We broke the kiss and I stepped back a bit.“I am sorry! I shouldn’t have crossed my limits.”I said with my head down.“Oh come on Arun! What’s a date without a kiss? You haven’t crossed your limits yet.” She said stepping forward. In the meantime the CD changer had finished with its task and another CD of love songs have started playing. She put her arms around my neck with the intention of resuming the dance and said, “In fact, I wouldn’t have mind.