Theywere both dressed casually and I was glad I decided to do the same,changing into jeans and a red tank-top over my new Valentine's Day braand panty...set. Mike wore his chinos but also switched to a casual t-shirt. I noticed that Faith was wearing jeans and a t-shirt which wastight enough to show off her curves in a way her family surely wouldhave disapproved.Faith gestured toward the dining table where there were paper plates, astack of napkins, a bucket of fried chicken and a container of. It was almost 10 and Nisha told me she was sleepy. So I told her to sleep and said goodnight. “Aren’t you going to sleep?” she asked.I was still waiting for my sister to come home. “Actually, I have to wait for my sister. She has gone out with her friends.” I explained to her. She replied, “you know what? I don’t like to go out to parties. I would rather stay at home and watch a movie, hehe.”“Me too. I don’t like loud music and some complete stranger dancing beside me, haha.”We started talking. Susan unbuttoned her winter coat, spreading the material to each side. When Brad wasn’t looking she unfastened two buttons on her top. She purposely didn’t wear a bra and leaning a certain way would give him a view of her bare left nipple.“Cheers,” she offered, holding her coffee cup to meet Brad’s cup.“Cheers,” he replied and his eyes were drawn to the deep opening of her top. She adjusted her pose more towards him, the material falling away and his eyes took in her revealed nipple.She smiled. We both stared at the white hot streaks shooting onto her and her release started in the middle of my orgasm. She squealed as she stared unseeingly at me, her hands a blur above her thrusting hips, and finally collapsed as the sunset shone on her glistening sweat.I moved to lie atop her and she stopped me as her face transformed from post-orgasmic bliss to fury. She said quietly, “No. Do not touch me. Never dream of touching me, you worthless shit. Sit down away from me and get your last sight.