Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead...is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories,. A couple of the lads helped me get her out to the car and we layed her out on the back seat. She was obviously dressed for a night out, wearing a short jacket over a white blouse and short black skirt, which rode up as we put her into car.After I’d bid the lads goodnight, I set off for home. As I drove I could hear Hazel groaning in the back and thought it was the booze but when I finally pulled up outside the flats and went to open the back door I could see that she pulled her skirt up even. I grinned back at her. "Mmmhmm." I unbuttoned my white blouse. It didn't take long, I had only done up 3 buttons after I put it back on in brad's room."And?" she prompted.I tried to look innocent as I tossed the blouse into the hamper at the end of my bed. "And what?"Yeah gave me a look. "And, did y'all fuck?" she asked."Must you be so crude?" I asked her as I slid out of my awful plaid skirt. "Ugh, boarding school uniforms are the worst" I said."Jess!" she cried, "doesn't change the subject!. .." Suddenly, Caren was grimacing and holding her stomach. It looked like it hurt. "Listen, my lover..." Just refer to me as your handyman. I'll leave the house open for you tomorrow..." ...my wiseass neighbor, I'm not feeling very well. I'm going back over to my place, I'll see you later." She chugged the rest of her glass, scooped up the flowers and made a mad dash to the bathroom in her house. That was very considerate, considering she was farting mightily on the way out.I sat down with my.