Friend ne kaha ye to hai mujse apni jaurt puri karni hai kese bhi kimat me frined kahi bato kya karna hai. Vo kahti hai lady hai bisatr garm karne hog.... Friend kahi waht me aisa kaise kar sakti hu. Me ek sarif lady hu bhar walo ko pta laga meri kafi beti hogi. Lady ne kaha tu bus ha kahe de baki me dhk lugi. Friend ne kaha mujse soche ka time chaiye. Friend next din gai puri taraah redy hoke. Lady se kaha me reday hu bato kaha jana hai. Usne kaha me terko ek ek karke cusmter ke yaha bjti rahugi. I bet I could slip into bed and fuck her without even waking up her husband Elvis.The thought of fucking a woman next to her passed-out husband sent a dark thrill through my body; my pecker seemed to ache even more. I slipped out of the bedroom, padding through the house as quiet as a burglar.After carefully opening the door, I spied the couple on the bed. He was fat, on his back, and snoring like a saw mill, sleeping off his drunk. His wife lay on her side, sandy-blonde hair almost glowing by. "Bonne Anniversaire" she said. I opened my eyes, smiled down at Leanne. Looking up, there was no sign of Helena. "Must go back now" Leanne said as she walked up the stairs to my flat. I followed her up, still shaking as I put my cock away. I followed Leanne into the lounge, where she was checking on her reluctant companion. He had done one thing whilst we were away. He'd put The Specials on my stereo, and "Too Much Too Young" was blairing out. No sign of Helena, though. I went looking. I. She held them up and checked carefully for ladders. With practiced skill and delicacy she rolled the fine garments careful to avoid damage with her long painted nails. She stood and placed a foot on the stool she had been sitting on and rolled the first stocking over her foot and up her long legs. She attached the suspenders that hung from the bustier, and repeated the process for the other leg. She stood and twisted her torso to look back at the seams running down the back of her legs. Bending.