Leigh was just gorgeous, long brown hair and big blue eyes. They were the color of a light blue summer sky. She was about 5'2", nice breasts and an as... that made my mouth water. Every time she got close, I stammered and stuttered all over the place. Kinda weird, since I was the lead singer for a band called Lickity Split. I also played rhythm guitar. We started out pretty mild, you know, her coming over with our drinks between sets and bringing request from customers on napkins. All the while. I didn’t do this purposely’. Bhabi said, ‘I know. Please now change your shorts’. I hurriedly picked up a towel, covered myself and went into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I suddenly found that I had no spare shorts in the bathroom. I cleaned, wrapped the towel around my waist and cane back to the room. Bhabi was cleaning her top with the water in the thermos flask. The top was wet and I could see the outline of her breasts. I was embarrassed. I started finding out where my shorts. On this occasion, he also blew me as we sixty-nined. Once I had cum, however, he exacted a heavy price for his generosity and face-fucked the hell out of me. With a slightly sore throat, I made breakfast for us afterward, before Blaine got on his way.Shortly after I showered an hour later, there was a knock at my door. Suitcase in hand, Blaine stood in the doorway. His girlfriend had thrown him out.Naturally, I took him in, but he did promise to ‘sort’ himself out over the following few days.By. I washed my face, in front of the mirror, making me look respectable and returned to the office after flushing. What the fuck! I see, I was not alone seeing you sitting on your seat, wiping your eyes with a napkin. Maybe tearing but I could not tell for sure. Reaching my seat, I hear a kind of knocking in my head and I opened the door. “Are you alright, Bertha”?She startles but keeping her composure, turns rapidly to me. Her very sad and still wet eyes catching mine. My guts felt pain and I.