He was wearing a t shirt and trousers."come in "he said.i sat down as he poured out a vodka and coke for me.we sat and chatted for a while.after about...a hour and half and nearly a whole bottle of vodka later ,he reached over and started to unbutton my shirt.my head swam as i felt his hot breath on my chest.i yelped as i felt his teeth on my nipple."here try this" he said as he pulled out a small bottle form his pocket."wot is it" i asked."these are called poppers they make you feel good.here. He lived in a middleclass neighborhood, a 1-1/2 story ranch-style house built in the 60s. He workedas an accountant for one of the city's larger law firms and made good money.But Mike lived well below his means. He was, well, frugal in his spending habits.He was saving money for his next home, when he hoped by then he would havea wife (or at least a girlfriend) to share his nest egg. He had his eye ona couple of hotties in the firm: one was a young lawyer just out of schoolcurrently studying. He asked questions about England, which I did my best to answer, and all things considered, it was a thoroughly enjoyable meal. Every now and then I caught him staring at my breasts again, which I found flattering rather than offensive. I wondered if he was thinking about what I would look like underneath the dress, and this thought made my nipples harden with excitement, giving him even more to look at. Even so, as Maria and I lingered over our coffee and finished off the wine, he began to get. Fir maine halke halke haath us ke boobs pr le jaane gya or dabaane lga. Vo bhi jaise ye hi chahti ho , mai boobs dabane laga or dabate hue uski gaon ki lehenga choli kyat ha pata nhi lekin ek killer look se aa rhi thi us aaurat ki usme uska top utaara or boobs zor zor se masalne lga or choosne lga pta nhi kab 4 baj gye inhi kaamo mai vo kehne lgi ki ab mujhe jana hai maine bahut rokne ki koshish ki lekin vo nahi ruki or agli raat ko aane ka waada kar ke chali gayi us raat mujhe hilaa kar kaam.