As i turned, i noticed a beam of light coming form the bathroom. I approached slowly and pushed slightly on the door. As i stepped into the bathroom i...could not see my wife and i noticed the light i had seen was that coming from the master closet, just off the bathroom. The closet door was ajar and the door was open slightly. It was then i heard a slight moan. Slowly i moved closer to the closet door. Very carefully i peered into the closet. It was at that moment learned what being away did to. They sat over coffee happily chatting together. The banter was still there but they moved on to more serious subjects: how their courses were going, what they wanted to do after graduation, the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan and even the X Factor."I'm being a bore," said Louise standing up. "I'm infringing on your time together. Don't bother about the washing up. I'll deal with it in the morning."She bent and kissed them both. "Sleep well," she said with a giggle and left them."You've got a very. I have dark hair and am quite petite with a good figure. I spent ages getting ready, trimming and shaving my pert little cunt and slipping into my sexiest undies. I decided to go for a fairly slutty look – bright red lipstick, a low-cut white blouse with black bra, purple PVC mini skirt and black panties and stockings. Before I went out I laid on the bed and fingered my clitty until my hole was soaking. We had a great time in andheri and a lot of fun, although nothing too serious – I snagged a. ”“My god Guy! She’s wearing my old clothes! Who is she anyway?” asked Pamela, “She’s mother’s foster-girl from London; she seems to be accident prone.”Shelia then mumbled, “ I’m so sorry I ran into you Mr Guy.”Guy’s finger stroked her cheek and his spice-scented cologne penetrated her senses. “ You OK?”“Right as Rain,” she smiled weakly.Guy and his sister Pamela both let out a relieved chuckle.Guy then strolled off into the garden to ponder.“Well its nice to see my old clothes are useful. I.