Memories flooded back to the previous encounter I had with her when my Dad went on holiday. I wasn't sure if it would be awkward as we now met again f...r the first time since the encounter. I didn't want the family to find out what had happened. When she entered, she was greeted by the rest of the family, while I sat in the living room remembering the amazing time I spent around her house. How would she react? Would she be different around me? Or would everything be fine? These questions. She looked at me and laughed but I explained my situation. As I looked like a drowned rat she said that I should get changed and dry and then we could organise some help. I was cold so this sounded appealing. Now inside I realised how attractive Annie was as we chatted away. I asked her what I was going to change into as my clothes were good for nothing anymore. She said she was not sure as she lived alone but had some sports kit and a T shirt that could do. With little option I agreed.She took. Finding her wet pussy dripping around her g-string. He slid a finger in her right there, she started push back against his hand as she kissed me. She still has not even seen the man that is making her so wet. She broke our kiss and pulled away from the strange finger that was buried inside her. She reached for her drink, as she placed it to her mouth to take a drink she turned to see who had been touching her. Finally she was going to see him, her eyes lit up when she saw his jet black skin.. .” All her accents now faultering into heart-fetched sighs, she closed her eyes in the sweet death, in the instant of which we could easily see the signs in the quiet, dying, languid posture of her late so furious driver, who was stopped of a sudden, breathing short, panting, and, for that time, giving up the spirit of pleasure. As soon as he was dismounted, Louisa sprung up, shook her petticoats, and running up to me, gave me a kiss, and drew me to the side-board, to which she was herself.