“Have you passed Whitcombe Street yet?”“No,”“Okay take Whitcombe Street. If there’s a house with a light on, ring the bell. If there’s a...loose brick on a wall or anything like that pick it up and break the side window of a car, especially an expensive car, to set the alarm off. Head for the main road, not anywhere quiet. Don’t be quiet either. Make a lot of noise. Scream.”“Okay,” her breathless voice made me desperate to get to her. But Faye would NOT make a noise; couldn’t - she’s just not. One of the guys commented, “Ah fresh meat.” They made their way over to my booth and introduced themselves as Karl, Fred and Eddie. I told them my name was Sam. Karl commented that they had not seen me in here before and I responded that I had not been here before. Karl offered to buy me another drink and slid in my booth next to me. Fred and Eddie sat in the other side of the booth. Drinks were ordered all around. Followed by more rounds, until I was getting a buzz on. The conversation was. She was slightly on the fat side, but not someone whom you would call fat. I thought that made her look pretty as I don't like very skinny girls.Soon we started chatting on MSN everyday talking about life abroad, hobbies, movies, relationships etc the things you would talk to a person online. To deviate from the story a bit – When I was in India, I always had lot of chat friends and had even met them in person after meeting them online.So I believe I was quite good at this art and confident. For an older woman, she kept herself in fantastic shape.She had fresh, soft features that made her face look much younger than her years, almost girlish; yet her figure was alluring and womanly with high firm breasts that strained against the encasement of her tight blouse. Her stomach was flat and tight, and her skin glowed with an almost perpetual tan. Yes, he was going to enjoy tonight, very much!Debbie was forcing herself to get into her role and found she was starting to enjoy the lewd.