She pressed herself back against me, undoubtedly feeling the pressure of my hardness against her rounded backside. “You like this, don’t you?” I...whispered, pulling her waist and hips toward mine. She merely hummed an affirmative. “Should I start making you naked so your admirers can see your incredibly hot body?” “You just want to show me off,” she accused softly. “Of course I do,” I chuckled lightly. “You’re beautiful and shouldn’t be hidden from their adoring views.” “Do you really think. I was beginning to enjoy my little escapade before I even started full blast.“4c” was occupied by what looked like a mother and son combination that reminded me of “Psycho” with the terrible murder in the bathtub with a naked Janet Leigh screaming her lungs out. In this case, it sort of looked like the big strong middle-aged mom was more than capable of taking care of herself and that the skinny son with glasses was in need of medical attention to get him back on the road to recovery. I. "Get an ambulance," Jenny ordered the police, "If she's been on Ecstasy and alcohol she could be in trouble. It sure looks like she has and it looks worse than last time." We got her into the warmth of the kitchen and had a washing up bowl handy in case she was sick. Certainly from the pallid colour of her face and the way she was sweating, it looked like it could happen at any moment.While we waited for the ambulance I asked the police how they came to pick Clarrie up. She'd had the sense to. Wahan chalte hain, we can dry ourselves there and ill drop you once the rain stops, or ill get you a taxi. Aesi halat main you cannot go anywhere.”She agreed for the only reason that she had no better option. This was the first time she had agreed to come to my flat. Once in my flat, I got her a towel and asked if I could get her some of my clothes so that she could get out of her wet clothes. She refused.I changed into shorts and t-shirt and when I came back from the bathroom I saw her sitting.