Why hadn't they grown or moved? Maybe they were happy with the small business. No way.Finding a parking spot was easy. Only a Jeep and another SUV sat...in front of the building. Yvonne and I got of Monique's truck and I led the way in.A pretty, young woman, probably in her early twenties, was sitting at the desk of the foyer. She smiled, and though she was pretty, I could tell she wasn't happy. In fact, I could feel it. She had hoped to stay at home today. She wanted to be with her fiancé by a. Or something.She'd whacked off till her pussy was sore that night."I'll be right back," she said when they.got inside the apartment. "Going to get out of these and into something a little more comfortable. Be at home."In her own room, she quickly stripped off her school clothes and pulled on a sashed blouse that reached almost to her knees, a pair of black panties and nothing else. She tied a loose knot in the sash so that the sides hugged in just enough to accentuate her trim waist and the. His gaze was penetrating, but warm and I found myself smiling. He confidently walked toward me, handed the bottle to my husband, reached forward and took my hand and to my surprise kissed it. As his eyes moved back to my face, “Your husband did not warn me on how beautiful you are”, I blushed like a teenage girl and answered meekly, “Thank you”. My husband handed us glass of champagne and I finished mine quickly which he immediately replenished. Mike’s large frame towered over me; his grip had. It was the Zeta bitch from his dream.."who.. how did I get here?" he muttered, his head pounded and ached, nausea still riveted through his body. It was like having the worlds worst hangover while you were still drunk."Look at me. What do you remember?" He took a second look. Her elegant, full lips. Her shiny jet-black hair. His dick tingled at the sight of her just like in the dream. Trying to clear his head. It was starting to come back. He'd come to a party at Zeta house with a few pledges..