She looked back and called me to come inside building. I got there. I was totally drenched. The rain got heavier and wind started blowing faster. She,...�� u can’t go in this rain. U should wait at my home until rain stops”. I don’t wanted that u know I can’t stand I front of her and she is asking me to go to her house. I lied,” oh, no my parents must be worried about me and waiting for me”. She got angry,” don’t lie, I know there is no one at your home now. Don’t make any excuses and follow me”.. “That was… amazing. I have never been so turned on in my life. And I would never have even gone in there by myself. Let alone do something like… like that.” I smiled and took a sip. “I feel as high as a kite.” Jen sat back on her chair and took a large mouthful of wine. My smile broadened. “You little slut,” I whispered. There was a pause, then Jen smiled, “Yes, I suppose I am.” “You’re still not wearing any knickers.” “I’m truly not sure I ever want to wear them again,” she replied. “I have. "I get all these dads and husbands walking through these houses with their families and I just imagine them bending me over the kitchen counters, or on all fours in the middle of the living rooms, or in front of the mirrors in the bathrooms." She undid the last button of her top and reached up to undo her hair, shaking it loose over her shoulders. "But then we all get back in our cars and go back to our own separate places to play out the fantasy in our minds on our own." You poor thing." He. My wife and Idecided that since we had the room, we'd spread out to separaterows for now, just to make getting to our carry on items a littleeasier, and because she said she had some work to do on herlaptop, and I didn't want to disturb her. As we were gettingsettled, an attractive, nicely dressed Hispanic man probably inhis late 20s walked by her. She was bent over, obviously puttingsomething under the seat in front of her. As I was sitting behindher by a couple of rows, I could see everything.