‘Honey,’ I called. ‘I’m home!’ Instantly I regretted my Leave It To Beaver cliché. She didn’t seem to mind. ‘Hi!’ she called down, so...nding excited to see me. Doh! Of course! ‘I’ll be down in a second. Would you mind getting me something to drink?’ A drink. Very good idea. I went into the kitchen and took out two glasses. What should I get, a beer? No, that’d fuck up my breath. A vodka drink? Tempting, but no. I settled on two glasses of fruit juice. With ice. She came up behind me as I poured. His friends parents were going to be away and my sixth sense told me they would probably be up to no good but I knew I could trust my young man. About four or five of his friends were staying over and from what I overheard his friends cousin would be looking after them. As I unhooked my bra I heard the front door close. Only a week short of my 35th birthday and no sign of any gravitational pull on my 34c breasts. I pulled my matching panties down and looked at my nakedness in the mirror,. I jumped into the car and we headed home; as we reached there, I was calmed enough to realize: oh, no, I left my briefcase sitting there in the office! I could have asked Long to turn around and drive back, but it was peak-hour and the traffic for a car was difficult at this time every day, so I got out of the car, thanked Long and sent him off home. I phoned the office on the off-chance someone was still there, but while it was ringing, Quy rolled up to my gate on her motorbike. She removed. As long as we made Boston in four days, everything was cool. This due to the fact that I was to meet a guy I bought automotive supplies was going to be in the area himself. We did alot of business over the phone for about a year at the time. We decided that we would meet up for shits and giggles. The scenery on the drive kinda sucked and we made Boston a day of schedule. We were to stay at her Aunt Beas house for our stay. Her aunt was surprised by our early arrival. We said we hoped this didnt.