As her mom was in the bathroom and I can't really go anywhere else in the house because I didn't want to chance it by walking out and her brother seei...g and knowing there's a heel in my pants, that'll be awkward. So decide to take the heel out in the bedroom and right when I get start to undo my jeans my girlfriend walks in the bedroom and she knows what I'm doing. She asks is her mom still in the bathroom and I tell her she was and then she looks at my crotch noticing my pants and tells me "I. He was snoring softly, and she smiled, tenderly. She had plenty of time to get herself ready, and she could let Stan sleep a while longer. Besides, she just wanted to watch him.Stan woke up when he was shaken. He opened his left eye and peered to see who, what, where... "Oh! Hi, Anne. We must've fallen asleep... what time is it?" It's a quarter to seven, Stan. You'd better get yourself together and run home to get changed for work."Stan's eyes tracked, following his nose. He found coffee. .it had to be. I had another flash of that monster leaping atme...and of lying on the ground with my entrails spilled out. My heartjumped in my chest as I started to panic...as I tried to make sense ofwhat was going on.Before I could decide on what to do, the wooden door opened and a youngwoman came in. She was a beautiful brunette about my own age, thoughshe was dressed in an outfit that was just as odd and out of place asthe room. Her pants and shirt were loose and flowing, looking. We were soon to make our way to the play room, wall to wall with mattresses on the floor. But I did notice how shy you looked, and how modestly you were dressed. At a gathering where most people’s sole purpose was to get fucked, hopefully by someone new, most girls dressed a bit on the slutty side. You wore a loose peasant blouse under corduroy bib overalls. With your tall slender body, you were more fitted as a flower c***d in 70's San Francisco. But appealing, all the same. Vulnerable always.