Come in, come in." She stepped back as I recovered my senses and I went inside. She closed the door behind us. "Wow!" she exclaimed again, "You look... great! I love your outfit." Recovered, now, from the initial shock, I smiled. "You are not the only one," I grimaced, "An old man downstairs got an eyeful when my skirt blew up. He liked it too." I thought she said 'lucky man' but I wasn't sure so I didn't comment. Instead I told her, "You look stunning. I knew you would but even so, the whole. He was frozen stiff in living rigor mortis with eyes to the heavens as they passed their swift hands over his body. His lungs and bowels were the last muscle to freeze into immobility, expelling his final actions of humanity. Another spasm and he collapsed limp on the damp tar-paper, unseeing and unfeeling. Around him they felt no cold as he knew. They passed bottles of a softly glowing green liquid, waiting, for what. Dark grey ceiling became pale. Somewhere in the shuffle upstairs he had lost. I then acted bombed and staggered off to bed, wishing them a goodnight. I was actually trembling with excitement at the events about to unfold and my cock was standing at attention.I waited 15 minutes then climbed out of bed and crept back to the curtain. The sound of wet passionate kisses was easy to hear as well as low moans and gasps.'You are a wild one, aren't you?' I heard Vera moan.I then detected the steady noise of moving bedsprings among the whimpers and moans. I was shaking all over. I told her that she can’t compete with actresses. This however didn’t stop her. She was wearing a cardigan and three fourths. She rolled the cardigan up to her chest and posed. Damn it was hot but she didn’t stop there. She removed her three fourths and stood there in her white panties. I was getting so fucking horny but one part of my mind felt that what we were doing was wrong.She pouted her lips and pushed her arse towards my face. That was when I threw all my guilt away and touched her.