She gave Sheila's pink lace bra andpanties to Fred as souvenirs. Fred produced a Polaroid camera andhad Linda snap a picture of Sheila and him sharing... a kiss. Then,Linda and Fred helped Sheila back out to the passenger seat ofLinda's car and left for Linda's home.Linda's parents were both gone to a convention and the girls had thehouse to themselves. She pulled into the garage and helped Sheilainto the house. Since the effects of the last dose of the drug wasalmost worn off, she fixed Sheila a. She was the perfect woman for him, a true southern bell. She had long blonde hair, dark blue eyes and stood five eight without shoes. Her body had nice curves, her thirty-five inch breasts looked fine against her twenty-four inch waist, her hips measured thirty-four inch each only made her breast look bigger then the size they were. She looked so perfect to him. Her father was filthy rich so she was spoiled rotten, a debutante and bell of the ball so to speak. She knew every man wanted her and. Mom removed her saree and covered me up. She helped me to get up and took me to our half constructed outhouse which had a spacious room to spend the night but no cieling. Mom covered me with her saree like a blanket and told me to sleep while she sat besides me with her back against the wall and tried to protect her from the cold by wrapping just her plain hands which was of no use.We soon were shivering out of cold. I could sleep no more so I sat against the wall in the same position as my. She was purposely letting my eyes devour her as she came towards me. She knew what this was doing to me and deep down she was actually enjoying this. She wanted me to see everything, but not just to turn me on like with our own lovemaking evenings, this was very different. She wanted me to see everything, she wanted me to want and desire everything that she was about to give to another man. Only the sexual excitement and the anticipation of what was going to happen tonight stopped me from.