Crap! Isabella would need my help, but I couldn't go down as Eva.Thinking on my feet, I hurried to Frank's secret room, unlocked it withthe hidden ke..., and rushed in. I grabbed a sweatshirt and jeans. Shit- my hair! I rammed a baseball cap on my head and tucked my girly curlsunder it. A pair of sunglasses completed my outfit in case I hadn't gotall my make-up off last night. Wait - my painted toenails! I steppedinto a pair of sneakers. Luckily I had removed the polish on myfingernails. I would phone and ask her about it in a week’s time. I doubted she would get all nasty about it and decide not to give it to me. Fucking Ottawa, one thing that I hate about this city. Obtaining a decent job with a good salary is nigh on impossible unless you are either bilingual in English and French and/or you have a degree. My French flaked out after grade 12 and dashing from province to province in my young adult years messed up my post-secondary education plans. So with the lack of work. Well I knew that was a sign, she was acting down in the dumps and acted like she was crying. So what was a man supposed to do. I moved over to her and put my hand on her shoulder. That was all it took and she was planting kisses on me. Well what do you figure happened next. I reached my hand down her blouse and grabbed a luscious tit with huge nipple and slid it out of her blouse. Then I started to suck on it, her tits were not huge but bigger then average. We were both turned on by then.. She winked at me with the glass to her lips. The night progressed and small little groups started breaking off from the larger gathering. There was a group in the living room. A group by the pool table. A fairly large gathering out by the pool. A group by the bar. Then throughout the house couples were chatting. A few couples left the party as it got late but around 10pm the party got started. Over by the pool table a girl was on her knees sucking a guys cock. Another girl was on the pool table.