All evening I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and had to cope with the raging hardon that enveloped my hairless cock. I hid the resultant trouser b...lge by sliding my body forward under the dining table a bit. What stuck in my mind most were the skimpy feminine little panties, down round her knees. I had never thought of panties as being sexy before, but now that had changed completely. I realised that panties were part of a woman’s sexual armoury, that the sight of a pair of panties hiding. After that I often send text on her mobile & she too, some time I send a adult jokes & she reply me with smiles & funny jokes. One day I am at my home’s roof & she was her home’s roof, she was washing the cloths. She wear shalwar kamez & had no doppata, her boobs visible when she bends & that time she was looking very hot, when she saw me & noticed that I am enjoying to see her, she came our home side & said “kiya hal hai, r apni breast towel se cover kerte howe boli, sorry main doppata ni liya. He noted that there were no screwdrivers; that made sense as there were no screws that he could see. Hammers came in a number of sizes, with a lump hammer being the largest. He could not see any nails until he pulled the drawer out further. To his surprise, to the rear he found many small compartments with plastic packets of nails, plus other compartments with packets of screws! There must be screwdrivers somewhere, he concluded. A further look revealed them in a crosswise section at the back. I could see right away that there was going to be a problem. Mac was too drunk to walk.He grinned at me, slurred something that sounded like, "Juz a mint. Gotta ress a mint."Then the drunken so and so melted back down into his seat and rested his head on his arms on the table. The son of a bitch had passed out! Now what was I going to do?! I was tempted to leave his drunken ass right there!It was at that moment that John returned. I assume that he was watching and he saw my problem from his.