We kissed passionately. She looked up again, as if seeking permission, then applied herself to unzipping my pants. Indianporn Carol watched, fascinated, as if it were happening to someone else. And don’t get them dirty.”
Relieved to have anything at all to cover her nakedness she quickly but carefully struggled into them. She stood facing me, rainwater dripping off her yellow rain-hat and coat, her red boots glistening. Let’s go home.” Then, taking a firm grip on her arm, yanked her out onto the sidewalk and began dragging her down the street. She snuggled against me, the water in her hair soaking into my shirt. Then I programmed her computer to show them, in chronological order, slowly segueing from one to the next, as her screensaver. “Don’t move.” I walked around behind her and sat down at her computer. We went inside; fortunately the rain was being blown from behind the shelter and I was able to put my umbrella down. Then she lowered her head and said,
