You couldn’t blame her for not wanting to be alone.DJ showed me a couple of Wanda’s secret photos and you have to give her credit, she still had a... incredible fit body, and exuded a certain sexual energy that would turn on any man. I’m surprised she hasn’t found anyone yet. When I shared my thoughts with with my husband, he corrected me, telling me that Wanda has been making the rounds with a number of young single guys around town, including his co-worker Josh, who revealed some intimate. ”I covered my face, pretending to blush, “Well, if it is only one cup of tea. Then you must leave immediately.”And so on. He was polite to the point of oleaginous. I acceded to the point of being a door mat. Eventually, via him escorting me on my supposed errand to buy a dress, that he paid for, we entered his suite. He told me to sit down a moment while he ordered a “little snifter”.It was a beautiful room with a picture window overlooking the Tyne. You could see the reconstructed Norman. She asked me to come to her the next day. After my bath in the irrigation canal, I went into her tiled house. She was half naked. She was wearing only the sari and nothing inside. She did not have the blouse and her very beautiful breasts were very clearly visible. I was starring at her big and round breasts. She noticed me. She was looking at my raised and erected penis. We both came very close to each other and she embraced me very tightly and I also embraced her very tightly. We kissed each. “I was debating whether to take you to the penthouse or not.” He said the words matter of fact, but surprise and shock passed through me. “You mean you were reconsidering my invitation? But why? What did I—,” I exclaimed before he sharply jerked me closer to him, stopping us on the sidewalk and silencing me. “I was debating whether to take you to the penthouse or to my room.” He rushed the words out, head bent closer to me and his voice gravelly again. And that strange expression from before.