I’d planned on actually going outside, so the door would close and he could see me walking down the street, if he looked, but he was so into what he was doing that all I did was open the door to outside and let it close, then pull off my shoes (low heels) and sneak up the stairs to the third floor where Chris lived. Not a very sophisticated excuse, but it worked. Sex video He stopped and told me to make us a couple cocktails, pointing to the vodka and vermouth on the counter. Those, too, quickly were drunk, and that’s just how I was now feeling- drunk. Chris was like, I thought you’d like her.
