got him in a taxi and managed to get out of him where he lived before he crashed out in a pissed up stupor. We got to his front door and I rang the bell. His Mrs came to the door looking confused then severely pissed off as I carted him out the taxi and in through the front door before asking her where she wanted him. “Up there” she pointed up the stairwell, face like thunder! “Second door on the right”. Luckily, he was a fairly lightweight lad so getting him up there was no problem. I pulled off his shoes, laid him on his side and left him to his slumber, snoring his head off as I left the room and closed the door. I got back downstairs just as she was coming back from the kitchen, carrying a bottle of beer. “You deserve this” she said, rolling her eyes up towards where her man was now out cold. “First one of the night” I laughed, explaining I hadn’t even managed a beer yet as I’d turned up later than the rest. I accepted her invite to sit on the sofa, a large corner, so I sat adjacent to her as she reclined back, exposing a bit of thigh from beneath her dressing gown which was hiding her now obvious bump. I felt a stir as I looked at her thigh, catching her gaze again as she done little to hide it…