.Then i went to a parlor and vexed and etc……I had my lunch outside…. I reached home at 5:30 pm i took bath once again……And started dressing ...p….. I took new pairs of bra dark blue and wore a black one peace……By 7 i was out people were staring me like hungry dogs… Because i was looking too sexy on it… My figure was perfect visible in it….. Then i searched a night club at Navi Mumbai on the internet….. Went there it was my first time every at a night club i was free to do anything….. I entered. Perfect for licking and tasting. I wet my lips with the thought. ‘No.’ I replied. I reached out to grab my phone at the same time he did. Suddenly, I felt his hands, a light, accidental touch. A heated spark I felt in my belly as well as my pussy. Then, a firm grasp. ‘Wait.’ he said. His hands squeezed, flexed. I felt his touch and my body grew warm, aroused. His nostrils flared. I tried to free my hands. He grasped them tighter. ‘Don’t,’ he said. ‘ Have dinner with me.’ ‘I can’t,’ I. You see, Mr. Griffin was an "artist." I put that in quotes because I don't really think he was that good. He only sold a few pieces of sculpture. He did what he called "found art." That means it was made of crap, mostly, that he found in the trash or in the dumpsters outside of stores.Anyway, that left him plenty of time to fuck around at home. Mrs. Griffin knew it and so did I. I lived in a room in their three story house. I always had since I started tech school to learn programming and. ." Now before you start on those excuses again let me make a suggestion. I know how you like to walk along the beach when you have thinking to do or problems to solve. Why don't we drive there take a nice long walk together?" But it's almost nine-thirty at night." So?" All ... all right," she agreed looking into my eyes and smiling weakly. "You always seem to know the right thing to do." I try," I smiled back."A half hour later we had parked on a bluff overlooking the beach and, barefooted,.