‘I won’t even ask about how you found me,’ I remarked as I handed her the drink and sat at the other end of the sofa. I looked at her as she was...coiled up amongst the leather cushions – she reminded me of a cobra that waited in its basket to be released. The question remained though – how would she react once the lid was removed. ‘I must commend you on your choice of décor,’ she stated, casting her eye around the room. ‘Art deco – very tasteful.’ She took a sip from the glass and nodded in an. There was sweat on his forehead and suddenly, his face became red and he started erupting inside me.His warm cum was filling me in spurts and was never-ending. It started to flow out of my pussy and was staining my saree. He came a lot and was panting. I pulled him closer and kept his head on my cleavage and leaned back on the table. He was still panting and his hot breath was felt on my boobs.The guy rested there for a few seconds and suddenly, we heard the sound of a vehicle stopping. He got. I pulled jeans and a sweatshirt over my pyjamas, put on my socks and shoes and I was ready. I met up with Tara back in the kitchen, and then I saw Dad’s bit of paper by the phone with his Rule 0 in big letters. I said, “Wait, let’s think about this.”“Okay!”“How can we help Dan when we get there?” I said.“He’s too big for us to carry him,” said Tara.“I know!”“What about the old shopping cart with the big wheels?” said Tara. “We could put him in it and push him home.”“Is it strong enough?”“Should. I mixed two cocktails, brought them up to her room, and left a note saying I was next in the shower. I couldn't help noticing the clothes she wore that day neatly arranged on the bed - the pink suit, the dark pantyhose, the pink nylon bra, and her rather short pink nylon half slip with a 4 inch band of lace at the hem. The pink heels stood neatly alongside the bed, and my loins started to stir as I looked at her clothes. I went to my room, stripped down, grabbed a towel, and got into the shower.