My first thought was that both women looked older than my mother. Aditi had brown hair and was pleasant looking and wore a light blouse , which made i...t hard to figure out how big her tits were and her slack. She was just a bit shorter than my five foot ten and was neither fat nor thin. Preethi had black hair with strands of gray and was probably five foot six and was heavier. You could tell she had big round tits under her blouse and was wearing a skirt.A waitress took our order and walked away. ’ He clearly thought she was just another easy girl Tom had brought home. If she really thought about it though, that bothered her a bit. She had never been what one would call ‘promiscuous’, three (well, four now) guys over the course of her life time certainly didn’t qualify her as easy. Still, her behavior of late was a little on the wild side, and if Martin thought she was a whore, then so be it. He could go to hell for all she cared. Tom took Jenna to a little pub not far from where he. Running water? Check. Working bathrooms? Check. Showers? Check. Any signs of building use? Nope.After they all used the bathroom, the kid led us through a maze of halls to end up in what looked to be the cafeteria. A few seconds with an access panel and the door to the kitchen area opened. Like the kid owned the place, which they might, they went through well-stocked refrigerators pulling out large pans of pre-prepared foods. A quick look at the gallons of milk in the fridge showed someone came. I nodded. “He left an hour ago.” “Shit Debs! You’ve been at it since yesterday?” I nodded again, ashamed. Then suddenly realised what was wrong. “But it happened on Friday night not yesterday afternoon!” I protested. Izzy laughed out oud. “Don’t talk rubbish Debs. You weren’t in a fit state to do anything when we left you on Friday!” “What?” “You were unconscious! Out of it! We put you to bed and left you to sleep it off.” “But...” “You never could hold your booze. You got so hammered you tried.