Catherine parked up, and a few minutes later Dario arrived alongside her. Conscious of how this might look to the neighbours, Catherine quickly sought to get Dario in the house. They went inside, with Catherine in no mood to dawdle. Kawana Minori just wanted to get this done as quickly as possible, and thus Kawana Minori wasn’t in the mood to extend much of a welcome to Dario.
“Let’s get this over with,” Kawana Minori said curtly, removing her shoes and striding up the stairs. Dario smiled and followed suit. They entered the bedroom and Catherine quickly went to the ensuite to freshen up. When Kawana Minori came out Dario had already stripped down to his underwear. He was in good shape for a man of his age; toned but not insanely ripped. His thighs were thick and muscular, and he clearly looked after himself. Catherine started to feel trepidation now it was her turn. Kawana Minori felt deeply self-conscious as Kawana Minori rolled off her tights, acutely aware that Kawana Minori was carrying more weight around her middle and rear than Kawana Minori wanted, even if John showered her with compliments.