I started the car and drove back to the house, sure that Patrick would hear the car pull up and frantically race back to the guest room. I shut the do...or hard as I entered in case he hadn’t noticed my car. I moved noisily to the kitchen, opening and closing cabinets to allow him a little extra time to get settled. I turned off the lights and headed to the bedroom, stopping at the guestroom door on the way. I asked if everything was ok and Patrick replied ‘Yea’ in a shaky voice. I said. If Stephanie hadn’t told the others about what happened, that meant she didn’t want them to know—and I wasn’t about to break her trust. Listen, I know what you’re thinking: “Why didn’t you just text her?” Well, kiddies, this all happened in an ancient, long ago time called the “nineties,” and back then nobody but drug lords and stock brokers had cell phones. When I got home, I did my best to focus on all my overdue schoolwork, but it was hard to think about anything other than Stephanie. I was. My longing for her breasts was fulfilled soon. This time it was Chandrika alone and I found that she was wary. She was nervous and I could see that. On her way back, as usual, I stalked her. I had plans to hold her breasts that day and I chose a lonely stretch of a road. I overtook her from the across the road, crossed the road into the lonely stretch and made my way back on the same side. Thankfully, there were just 3 people on the street other than us and they had crossed me already on my way. He continued, you both have that full mature figure my best tennants look for, maybe you could give them a nice surprise when they arrive wite back. Wendy was thinking about it when John added, have you ever seen a nice big black cock before? Wendy replied, of course not. John said well if you show them your fine sexy body, they'll show you their big black cocks, at least that way you can say that you've seen one, no harm in just looking is there? The two guys walkined into the appartment.