Tina was drinking white wine, chardonnay was her favorite. She was on her way to becoming moderately buzzed drinking the wine. This was the first time... I had seen her drink any volume of alcohol. When we go out for dinner, she usually had a glass or two of wine with her meal. She became very talkative after a few glasses of wine. She talked about many topics, including some of what had happened in her past.“This happened to my friend Priscilla a couple of years ago at our annual 4th of July. " He pausedand looked over his shoulder at Tim Dunkin holding the camera, "I'mgoing to roll her over slowly, get a few shots as I do of her face,chest, and lower torso. Ready?"Dunkin nodded and got on his knees to get a better angle for thepictures. Peterson began to roll the body over as the camera clickedaway. I stepped back and watched. The body was fairly stiff, not asurprise. The face was flat where it had been lying on the floor and asmall puddle of saliva was on the floor. No blood.. .. knowing that i could do this to, and with, a beautiful woman like this.. again and again.. and she let me ?? !! ?? and then she exploded again.. the squeeze, the moves, the wet sloppy fucking.. the jumps and twitches, and moves.. and she just squeezes me.. and holds on.. and lets it ride.. just there.. just like that... That smile... those eyes.... damn, she's good at this...We talked a while, usually as she stroked my still hard cock... She told me how much she enjoyed this.. We were so engrossed we didn’t hear the footsteps and just as Asiya pulled my cock out of her mouth Mrs. Patel appeared from nowhere. I almost screamed out a ‘Oh shit’ as I tried to tuck in my cock. Asiya was too stunned to even react. Mrs. Patel am sure was too stunned too as she kept staring at the two of us. It took us a few minutes before all of us came back to our senses. Mrs. Patel didn’t say a word as she turned around and left. Asiya looked at me with a scared look, I told her we.