Alright, then. But, um, it’s the big secret, so you gotta c’mere,” Emily whispered. “I don’t want anyone, y’know, overhearing or nothing.�...�A grin was plastered on her face, but despite the sips of Tequila, her insides seemed to have twisted themselves dry and sober in dreadful anticipation of this moment. Brian gave her a compliant nod and chuckled, leaning in so that they were sitting in a huddle together on that couch.This is it. She let her forehead knock lightly against his. Took a deep. I would stumble to her bedroom in my tee-shirt and panties and flop on her bed. Then before succumbing to sleep I would begin humping my hand, and in no time, I would slip it inside my panties and bury my face in her pillow, smelling her scent. That always drove me over the top and moaning into her pillow I would cum…and pass out for the night.So that was my typical day, and I would stay at her house from Monday thru Saturday, and went home Sunday morning when she would return in the afternoon.. "I've never heard so many swear words," said Stacy."Is that what they were?" I asked. "We didn't cover those in lessons. Thetaxi driver certainly rode like a lunatic" Nor did we," laughed Stacy. "I blame Andy for corrupting me." Hey, I just like to understand the full details of a language," hereplied, trying to sound pained at Stacy's comment."Can I have a table for four?" asked Andy as we went in."I'm sorry," said the Maitre d' in English, "but you don't look old enoughto be able to. Unless you want the whole pub to know that you are a sissy, I suggest that you get us some drinks and then listen quietly to what I have to say. Nod if you understand and my name is Anna, but you will call me Miss Anna". When he nodded she said that she was drinking white wine. He headed to the bar and quickly returned with her wine and a water. This was not the night to try alcohol. When he resumed his seat, she smiled and said, "you don't know me and up to a few days ago I did not know you,.