She never looked at the camera, playing a part in a movie. Still without looking at the camera, she said, "I know you look at me when I do this. I lik... it when you do."As this whole scene had started to play out, I was shocked and angry. What was my woman doing, letting another man think lustful thoughts about her, strutting around for his personal amusement? What did she mean she enjoyed it? That old dude? Did that mean that she thought about going further? But then, sitting there in front of. " she then asked if I wanna take a swim, I said sure, but I gotta go home for my shorts. She turned to me and replied "gosh boy, u act like ur a stranger, u have on underwear right?" and she started to unbutton my shirt. I didn't say a word, and I started unbuttoning her blouse to revealed her firm b cups in a white lace bra. She took my belt off and slowly zipped my pants down while she felt my hard on. We stared into each others eyes as we stripped each other. I peeled her tight pants off her. My driver didn’t drop me off, he parked and came in with me. He knew the code to the building and had a key for Harold’s place. As usual, where Harold lived looked anywhere close to a crack den. There was clutter and shit everywhere, a lingering smell of being too ‘lived in’. The air was almost misty from smoke, or dust, or something. Two more unfamiliar faces looked around as I stepped in. Harold’s voice came from another room, on the phone. I sat myself on the sofa while a guy in an armchair. "Then, she giggled.She also weaved a little as if the resulting body motions disturbed her balance enough to need correction. This led me to guess that Karen was now drunk. Corroborating evidence existed in the form of our current place of occupation being a college hang out, and her being a college student."Hi," she added after allowing me to make the response I didn't make. She, then, giggled, then steadied herself again.Finally, I answered. "Hello, I'm Kenny." Hi, Kenny." She giggled again..