He took us to a very trendy restaurant. He had a reservation. The maitre d seemed to know him from previous visits. During and after dinner, we drank two bottles of wine. My father consumed the better part. Francoise whispered in my ear at one point near the end of the evening.
“I’m going to come into your condo for a fix. He’s too intoxicated. He’ll be asleep five minutes after we arrive home.”
She was right; he was two sheets to the wind. I decided to drive back. I drove to his condo and dropped him off, and then I parked the car. Francoise and I walked the two blocks to my condo. Francoise attacked me in the elevator. She was really hot. She put her finger up my dress as she was passionately kissing me. Her fingers moving around the outside of my panties got my juices flowing. She kep
