I sat on the sofa waiting for her to come back and when she did she was breathless."Oh my God," she said, "I don't believe I just did that." Tell me a...ll about it?" I asked.She spread out on the sofa next to me, putting her head in my lap and stretching her legs out. Between the gap in her unbuttoned shirt I pushed my hand inside and cupped one of her beautiful tits."God he must have been fifty or even older," she whispered as if the neighbours could hear."So?" I nudged."Yes well he looked at. I arrived at their place and knocked on the door. Yumi answered the door wearing lingerie that almost made me cum in my pants. She had on a black sheer lacy bra that her hard nipples showed through without effort. The bottoms were also black and made of the same lace material. They were cut low, exposing where her pubes would be if they weren’t shaved, but with three straps rising out of each side and crisscrossing her pelvis and belly. She smiled seductively when I gasped a bit at the sight of. Nobody ever had a good thought while they were yawning," she said. And she wouldn't take no for an answer.She stood over me while I ate a good meal with plenty of fibre. Mrs. B. was big on fibre. Another thing she always said was, "You can't think right if you're constipated."I don't know. But she was in charge of eating and going to bed on time. So I ate the meal full of veggies and a little steak, and then I took some enzyme tablets. That was another thing she believed in: enzymes after a. You can ask Kara about it if you wish.”“So you really are that free,” Suzanne stated.“I am. Let’s go to the ‘Indian’ room and talk with Kara and then we can have lunch.”“‘Indian’ room?”“Named for the decor,” I replied. “A friend of mine from India helped me pick out the furnishings about seventeen years ago.”We left my study and went to the ‘Indian’ room. I shut the door and we sat down on floor cushions.“Suzanne is going to stay for dinner,” I said. “And once she moves to Chicago, she’s going.