She got up, sauntered over to stand beside me with a feral grin on her face. She grabbed the lapels of my robe, yanked it open, then held it there whi...e her greedy eyes drank in my nudity and the viscous ooze from my meatus.“You filthy wanker!” she said in her gorgeous north London accent. I snatched my robe back but modesty seemed pointless. She straightened up but kept staring down at me and grinning. “Said the pot to the kettle!” It was the best I could do on short notice. That and glare up. Heknew that his aloofness would only arouse Andy's suspicion, but Chriscould not help it. Every time he looked Andy in the eye, he thought"Does he know it was me that sucked him off last weekend? Doe he thinkthat I'm gay?"The other reason for avoiding his roommate, Chris had to admit, wasthat every time he saw Andy, he could not help but stare and the man'scrotch. He was yearning to suck Andy's cock again. He felt a deep,undeniable need to have that warm, stiff rod sliding in and out overhis. She released her hands and finished undressing him, hearing his boxers hit the floor. He refused to break the kiss, so she couldn't look down at her discovery. Instead, his hands released her hair to move to her panties and he started to pull them down her legs. She shifted so they would move easier but he still wouldn't release her lips. Having freed her panties he actually brought his hands to hold her face so she couldn't pull back. The kiss seemed to last ages, and she thought she was going. Dinner was, as we expected, up to the previous standard, but this time we shared a bottle of what he told us was a very expensive Australian chardonnay. It tasted rather good and was all gone by the time we had finished our main course.With dessert, Fred produced a very sweet sticky wine that was so easy to drink and by the time we sat in the lounge with a second glass, I too was feeling rather tipsy. Once again, though, Karen sat next to Fred, while I sat in the single lounge chair.