We don't produce to full capacity because of the warehouse. As a result we've had to turn away some new customers." Not good news." No." So?" Expand t...e warehouse." And?" Modernise it." First off palletise the boxes. We haven't done because, I think, Dobsons' haven't got side loading trucks which meant tail loading and then stacking by hand which is jolly hard work." I bet." It would mean wider aisles in the warehouse to take bigger forklifts and the pallets so there's another reason for. " She paid the tab, and we stumbled out the door, arms wrapped around each other. While we walked through the cool night air, I drunkenly wondered what she had in mind. She must be drunk and just wants to relax at her house now, I thought. I suddenly felt her hand slip up the back of my dress and over my ass. Or maybe she had some other idea... After letting us in the front door, Sarah let go of me to feel for the light switch. "You have a nice apartment," I said, barely getting the words. Those fingers can work wonders on my skin, touching all of my strings, causing me to vibrate to the passionate music you play on my body. I sigh as I anticipate how your powers will take hold of me .But back to you. I want to ravish you, eat up your body as if I am starved for food, deplete you of any hunger and pleasure you have in you. I softly trace your abdomen with my fingers as you lay there, feeling your muscular but lean arms, your skinny hairy legs that radiate the warm arousal. After a few chit chats, she became little close to me after a few days. This continued for a week. One day while chatting at night, I asked for her pic.Hema: Why? You can look into my posts, I have posted a few pics.Me: That’s for everyone, not me, send something for me, which I can cherish.Hema: What kind are you expecting?Me: A normal pic. Which you like.She sent 2 pics. She was looking good in that, but there was no spice in that. You know about it, guys. I replied to her.Me: It’s good, you.