I knocked on the door. She opened the door and she greeted me. She was wearing a yellow saree with a brown blouse and free hair. She was stunningly be...utiful. She didn’t have any makeup and had a normal look. I loved her for being simple and natural. She was wearing a simple saree which was so good for her.She asked me to be seated on the sofa and went into the kitchen. I was just sitting on the sofa grabbing some newspapers. She brought some juices and we both drank. We started having a normal. I looked into her eyes, and realized my zipper was down. Her heat radiated between my legs. I imagined I could feel steam building, condensing, dripping across the girth of the ever-growing erection threatening to leap out of my pants. I wasn’t imagining. She was wet. “I’m... a little drunk.” She whispered. “Yeah,” I managed, “me too.” Words were no longer necessary. Our bodies became fluid, and in one motion she got up, I shed my pants, and she sat back down. Our lips met first, then our. Sheextracted herself from the tangle of her brother's embrace andwalked quietly into the bathroom. She sat down on the toilet andbegan to pee, when she was done, she wiped herself clean andfound that she had started to get horny just from wiping herselfwith the toilet paper. She lay down on the bathroom floor andstarted to masturbate, her fingers finding her old comfortablerhythm. Then she stopped, deciding to wait. She padded backinto her bedroom, playing with her tits as she walked. . George was agreeable, especially since he had advance warning to clean up the place. But he wondered aloud if her boyfriend wouldn't object to her spending time in his apartment. She said that he would object a lot more to George being in her apartment and talking with her. If she were not there, he would only think once in a while about Faith being with another man, but if George were in sight, he would always be jealous. She felt that she needed some help with the work, but since she wasn't.