What was I thinking last night?I left for work at 8:30. I could not concentrate on my work trying to remember everything that happened. Throughout the...day I could recall he was huge and my orgasms seemed to last forever. Oh Shit! I begged for him to knock me up. I was so distracted at work that I went home at noon.I only had a couple of drinks. Why can't I remember his name? Did he give me a roofie? No! I never left my drink. I poured a rum and coke to calm me down. I took a sip of my drink and. When we did get in the house we went to the bath room and took a shower together. In the shower I started to play with his cock just to tease him and it took me a long time to get him about half hard. I told him that if he could not cum two times and then get it up an hour later he was not man enough for me. We laughed about it and he started to soap me up and wash the panties I was still wearing, sis knocked on the door about that time and said she had to go and for us to get out so she could. Red had always been a great color on me, picking up the red highlights in my dark brown hair. Mindless TV watching was not helping to distract me, as the next minute clicked. The chirp of the text message caused me to jump. "Twenty minutes ought be ready," was all that it said. My breath quickened and mouth turned dry. Now the second guessing started in earnest. A single woman meeting a virtual stranger in her home was not smart. Getting up and pacing a bit, I argued with myself. At. Can I help you with something?" I asked. "Yes, Ma'am, would it be okay if I used the restroom? My mother told me that it was polite to ask even if you are a guest in someone's house," he said. "Yes, Ethan, you may use the restroom," I said. I turned to get back to my work as he went down the hallway to the bathroom. A few minutes later, I had finished vacuuming the living room and Ethan still hadn't come out of the bathroom. I had to get something from the bedroom anyway, so I went down the.