. some of the guys helped me .. fastening my bra clip for me and guiding my arms into my shirt .. i stepped into my skirt and pulled it up my legs .. ...zipped it up and span it around the right way .. i stumbled back into the ladies toilets and brushed my hair dry under the hand dryer .. i looked at myself in the mirror and sighed in regret .. i looked like nothing had happend but i felt ashamed .. guitly for my husband and a little nervous about the guys talking .. i walked back out into the pub. Milking me. Fuck. She's never sucked like this I thought. She quickly pulled free and tidied herself up. "Now my turn. Drive".I looked at her but she didn't return my gaze. Her phone seemed to be setup for an address so off we went.We pulled up to a dark house. There seem to be a pink glow coming from inside. She hopped out and waved to me. I followed knowing all too well what was in store.She opened the door like she lived there and went inside. Past what seemed to be a family room, through. We both loved that. While turning heads our noses are having a lot of friction in between.But that friction between nose makes me feel more excited.After that long kiss we looked into each other eyes and had few more but for short time. After that kisses she tried to escape from my hold. But I wont let her go and hold her from back and make her feel my nawab. I pushed to the wall and kissed on her back and neck. Then I i tried to undress her saari. Her pallu is joined to her blouse with a pin.. Into your silky soft... weaklittle tummy... doubling you over... just as the last word..."strangers"... whooshes out of your mouth... the last little bit... ofsoon to be disappearing... precious clean air... in your lungs... makingthe word itself... sound incongruously... ridiculously... and unusuallyloud... in the quiet cell... first thing this morning... "S-T-R-A-N-G-E-R-S"... "fuck yew... stoopid white bitch... ain't no muthafuckikn'Stranguhs in heah... ain't no muthafuckin' secrets no mo'.