. and funnily she, thought lasted a bit too long. She apologised if his shirt and shorts were damp after the hug, then offered to get him a drink, as ...he was going to get one herself. Kevin had an Eureka moment right then: perhaps the key to Pamela lay in booze, she was very tottery and, as an ex-university graduate, he knew all about plying girls with booze. Severely denounced and punished if found ... but hey! He tried to make sure that her glass was never empty after that point.The party. " You are correct on all accounts...my friend will call the cops in an hour," I admitted.He chuckled, "And that's not even racist, just practical. I'd want the cops coming if some random white dude crashed my place, too," he said.His teeth were so white when he smiled and laughed. Maybe it was just that his skin was so dark that his teeth stood out. In any case, he had nice teeth."So what do you want? You found me out...you saw me...and now, why are you here?" I asked, feeling a little more. We'd briefly met on a night out and I got the impression she had a bit of a thing for me, but I put it down to the copious amount of alcohol flowing. Either way, nothing came of it that night. She was about 5ft6, very slim (maybe about size 8) with what I later found out were D cup breast.So we arranged a date and time for me to go to her house for her massage. I arrived at her house carrying my bag and massage table. She answered the door wearing a vest and very short shorts which hugged her. Suddenly I was feeling brazen. After all, she was the one doing the dirty with a tree. And - yes - it was clearly still inside her. I strolled up, wondering whether she was going to admit what was going on.Now I was enjoying myself. I remembered that time, years ago, when I had visited a clients office ahead of my appointment. Old eagle eyes spotted a pair of skimpy knickers drying on a radiator, and the very pink face on the pretty blonde secretary. I stood poker faced while she explained in.