Got invited by a second-string football player. She was flattered.” Lena sighed sadly. “She’s pregnant. Wants to think that her ‘date’ was t...he daddy, but some punch spiked with Lord knows what, she was semi-conscious. The gossip is that she was quite the attraction at the party for several guys.”I guess my look gave me away.“Lena ain’t that. So much for ‘go with a crowd. You’ll be safe.’ Brandy wasn’t safe.”“Lena’s smarter than that,” I said, really wanting to believe that. “But seriously .... “I feel like socializing,” I said.“How about a glass of wine?” Saira invited me in and went to the kitchen to get some glasses. I sat down on the sofa, a three-seater in the hall and opened the wine bottle. She came back in with two big water glasses and I poured each about half-full.“I have not had wine in years,” she sat on the single-seater and said as she sipped from her glass. It was only a few minutes before the wine began to affect Saira.She began to make jokes and tell me how. The thousands of nuanced fantasies Id had over all these years were all yearning to be purged at once, and my hands worked feverishly over her body. First I pulled her dress down roughly and freed her hanging tits. Linda instinctively moved one hand to cover them but I restrained her. I kneaded and held her full tits and played with her nipples. She had large aureole with little hard nipples in the middle. She had always said she didnt get any pleasure from her nipples before, but she moaned as. I bought three ice cold cans and some (sealed) water from a shop the size of a fuse box cupboard and resumed my race against three invisible opponents.I picked up another star circling the mosque with the spiral staircase and spotted Pepi Enkokki in my rear view mirror. I knew him off the telly and apparently he knew me. The fact we both drove Aston Martins helped, obviously. He honked and rolled down his window to give me a wave. A proper wave, with all of his fingers. I waved back and went to.