Then one night at a bachelorette party, a tall slender woman with flowing blonde hair and boobs even bigger than Joyce's sidled up to me. I didn't kno... her. She hadn't been part of our circle. "You look bored," she said. I was. The male strippers were putting on a show, and I could barely even watch it. I was through with men."I am," I said."Want to go upstairs and have some fun?" she whispered in my ear.I didn't see it coming. I was shocked and a little embarrassed. Also flattered. It was too. Your smile isn't crooked. Probably not a stroke.You crack the box on the salad and pour some dressing on it. The lastthing you remember was the smell and taste of your cum on your hand. Infact, damn, this salad dressing kind of smells like it. Damn. That'sgood salad dressing though. In fact, it does taste the same. Therefrigerator!You're in the living room sitting on the couch. The TV's on and anafternoon talk show is droning on.Its late afternoon and you've lost the night and most of the next. She had given him a girl nextdoor type look, with simple pink cheeks, eyelids, and natural yet glossylips. His eyes actually stood out most as she had lined them darkly andthickened his lashes, yet mixed in a blue color at the edges, whichhighlighted his deep blue eyes. Melissa walked up behind him as hestudied himself and began spraying his hair, which was actually quitedifferent yet simple this time. She had straightened and flat ironed hishair and swept it across in front as it was parted on. Pushing in harder with my free hand, I managed to stop my fist from falling out. It was stretching me, making me twitch a little inside. I felt my baby shift in my womb and waited for it to settle before moving anymore. I didn’t think it would appreciate getting pushed out of the way, I knew I wouldn’t.Since my fingers were curled they were brushing right against my g-spot and I pinched it a little. A shiver of pleasure ran through me but I stopped, my hand sliding over the bed, trying to find.