I make a few turns and head down a rural road,its raining pretty hard and I pull over.I ask her her name and she says Liz.I asked her if she really ne...eded a ride or if she was working.She said just a ride but she gets real horny when she drinks,i start feeling her tits ,medium saggy,very erect nipples.Shes grabbing my cock through my sweatpants as she sticks her toungue in my mouth.I pull down my sweats and she starts jerking and asks if she can taste it,go ahead I say and down she goes,sucking. There are no keys for the doorlocks in the house, but we trust each other.It so happens that our bedroom faces their bathroom. There's a short flight of stairs in between, but if I open my bedroom door, I can look right into their bathroom. Of coursen usually when they're in there, they close the door.Usually.I don't remember what triggered me, probably the fact that I was home alone and horny. I was working at my desk in a room adjacent to our bedroom when I heard my upstairs neighbor talk on. " I looked at him, eyes wide open. "Its alright," Jeff laughed. "Your mum's OK with it, she met him earlier and they got on like a house on fire." Again I was shocked. What was mum all about? I asked myself. Letting a criminal in her house! I was feeling a bit nervous and I think Jeff noticed. He took the wine from my hand and told me that maybe I should try something a bit stronger. I got up and followed him over to the kitchen. He pulled a bottle of Tequila from a cupboard and got 3 Shot. The kitchen had obviously been given a thorough renovation in the not too distant past. The stainless steel stove and refrigerator were both state-of-the-art and the tiling on the floor still looked quite new, as did the large picture window behind the wooden table and chairs in the breakfast nook, elegant in their simplicity, as were the matching cabinets and the butcher-block island in the center of the floor.Aside from a coffee mug and a small dish in the sink, the room was immaculate – not.