Then after I started visiting their home very often for some or the other reason.I started talking to her a lot about different things and whenever I ...got a chance never missed it. Whenever she had any problems with her phone she always came to me for getting it solved. She always asks for my help whenever she has to do something on the internet. And gradually I fell for her but never had the courage to approach her. And she was also happy with her family life. But I knew somewhere she has a. Next thing I remember was him carrying me into my bed and her stripping my clothes off. Was I d**gged? They tucked me in and shut the bedroom door as they exited to the living room. I could still hear her flirtatious giggles in the other room before passing out. The next thing I remember is the bed moving slowly, gently. I could hear whispering and kissing noises but its almost as if in a dream. Then I heard the distinct sound of my girl letting out a moan of pleasure. Suddenly the fog in my. When that was finished, I headed toward the backyard, where I saw Sophie sitting on my two-person glider while staring into the fire."I'm so glad that you came," I offered as she turned in my direction. Sophie was wearing a knee-length blue dress that flattered her petite figure. Without speaking, she patted the empty cushion, inviting me to sit next to her. I followed her direction, and once I was seated, she wrapped my hands in hers.Sitting next to her, I boldly moved in for a kiss. . Upper society parties were often organized by 'bourgeois' of the town and the near countryside, and my parents had to assist all of them to straighten bonds with the other wealthy. In fact, women competed with their clothing, men spoke about economy and boasted of their conjugal infidelities.My mother, Marie, a pale curvy redhead with a freckled face and hazel eyes, who descended from a family of the Irish minor nobility, 45 years old, only had one interest: visiting a lot of fashion stores.