In evening I was returning to my flat when while climbing the stairs the lady in the ground floor flat called me and inquired about me. I talked with ...er nicely. Her name was pooja and her husband was a banker. She seemed like a nice lady in her late thirties. She was a bit taller than average was not fat but had all the right amount of fat in the right places. Her body was my minds weak point. I used to control myself to not look at her assets, but couldn’t. I used to look at them when she. You can do it all, and you’re beautiful, sweet and considerate of less fortunate.… best lady I know, without a doubt.And Jack decides to fuck around on you; I may have to kick his stupid ass.”“Don… Uh, it’s getting warm in here.”She pulled her sweater over her head and I could make out the shape of her tits under her t-shirt; her nipples already hard as my cock was getting.“So, instead of kicking his ass, which he does need, why don’t you just sleep with his wife? I like it all…..”My mind was. We drink and we party. Sometimes things go further than the girl wants. Sometimes the guy won't take no. My last year of high school, a girl got doped up and raped. She woke up the next morning on the side of the road having no idea of how she got there." Date rape drug?" Bryant asked."I guess," the girl replied. "I mean, I wasn't her friend or anything. I didn't talk to her about it." But you heard rumors," Bryant pressed."Yeah," the girl confessed. "That's what everyone was saying. She was. He was pretty tall too. Zack was already 5’7 and John was at least half a foot taller than he was. He also seemed to be pretty built because the muscles in his arms could be seen with out him having to flex. Zack was surprised when he felt himself getting an erection in his pants. “Zack!” yelled John. “Can you get me a pop? I’m really thirsty.” John walked into the kitchen and grabbed a cola out of the fridge. He walked into the living room and handed the cola to John and sat down. John opened.