A fridge was right near the kitchen door and if the fridge door were to be opened, the entire kitchen entry would be blocked. No matter how much I tol... my wife to shift the fridge, she never did.The living room connected to a bedroom in the ground floor which had an attached bathroom, though the bathroom also had a door from the dining room. It was kind of for the guests – either those who came for dinner, or those who stayed over. Frequently the kids would sleep in this room if they fell. I moanedas he sank his hand into my hot center and started to rub me."You're pretty wet yourself." He smiled and leaned in for another rabidkiss. We kept stroking each other as your tongues traded blows again.Then our hands went to work, what was left of our clothes was soon sentflying across the room. First my panties, then his pants, my skirt andfinally his underwear. There was nothing left, just Max and I, naked,horny and wrapped around each other.There's nothing like the feeling of naked. Peeling paper and dingy paint told of years of neglect. He turned a corner and followed a narrow staircase down.Opening the old dark brown door at the bottom, he went in.“Hi! Great!” A shout of welcome greeted him from one of the group of twenty or so men inside the room. He knew quite a few of them by sight but none by name. In one corner, a half-dozen men were sitting huddled closely together, talking intently. The youngest in the group was sitting wide-eyed, obviously fascinated by what was. "I'm Max. May I buy you a drink?" I sat down on the stool next to herand felt the jealous glances of all the other guys in the bar."I'm Brandi, and yes you may," she played along. I ordered her acosmopolitan and myself a scotch on the rocks."I can't help but think we've met before," she said."Nah. I'd remember meeting a beautiful woman like you." We banteredback and forth for a while like any man and woman flirting with eachother. At one point she touched my bicep and asked if I worked.