He came close to my ear and said "Im getting off on the next stop follow me if you want to have some fun". My first thought was no but i wanted to see...what was going to happen if i went with him.We reached the next stop and he got off. I followed him, he kept looking back to see if i was following him. I texted home that i was going to a friends place and will be late. I followed him and we reached an apartment complex. We got onto the lift and reached his place. We went inside and he. He sat down at the kitchen table and watched Chrissie as she made the coffee. He loved to watch Chrissie. She grabbed the kettle, filled it with water and switched it on. Reaching up to get a mug for Keith’s coffee, Chrissie’s robe slid up her thighs, revealing the curve of her bottom. Keith smiled. As she waited for the kettle to boil, a young woman tottered unsteadily into the kitchen, hugged Chrissie from behind and then sat down opposite Keith. She didn’t seem aware, or maybe didn’t seem. He had been anticipating the taste of her sweet pussy and the sensation of her long, manicured nails against his skin. He was straining against his fitted jeans just thinking about it.The hallway was partially lit as he quietly entered the apartment and he could see the bedroom door slightly ajar up the open staircase. Silently, he moved upstairs. Maybe he should shout out that he was there but he was always intrigued as to how she would receive his presence, particularly when she wasn't. "Waylon coughed. "Perhaps we can find some better quarters for him."Omo nodded slowly when Felix translated for him."Okay, anything else before—" Flags," Deni said."—flags, of course. Felix, would you run out to my vehicle and grab the package from the backseat?"Felix was back quickly."Help me with this," Waylon said, as he started to unfold the flag.Felix took a corner while Waylon held the other."This is the design we came up with. It uses the same red and blue as the French or American flag..