What's wrong with me...I'm a guy...I'm...I stood up and walked out of the room, leaving Suzi to her diddling. Andas I went down the hall to the restro...m, I saw the surroundings change.Pink wallpaper changed to floral print. Wal-Mart furniture in one room,antiques in another. Magazines filled with hunky guys, to NationalGeographic. I sure did wish the rest of this house wasn't so boring andold. I walked in the bathroom, filled with hair products, pinkscrunchies, and fluffy hot pink little bath. I couldn’t remember a damned thing. I picked up the bra and looked at it. The little tag sewn into the sidepiece in the back told me that the size was 38DD and that pretty much told me whose bra it was. Mary Ellen McPhearson was the only one at the party with a rack like that, but that made no sense at all. Mary Ellen and Todd had only been married a week, there was no way on God’s green Earth that Mary Ellen would have been in bed with me. Hell, Todd was so proud of her he was never more than. I got up around eight andlooked at myself in the long mirror. I saw a woman with tousled hair,smudged makeup who was wearing a white nightdress encrusted with driedcum. I discarded the nightdress and ran a hot shower. I felt dirty.Very dirty. After drying I put on a pink see through pink nylonnegligee. I felt a little better although my bum was still hurting alot making sitting down painful. I needed clothes and found Pauline'sin the second bedroom. Until now I had been wearing what Julian. The reason I sat there was to get the perfect view of a lovely old dear with short grey brown hair and a classy black swimming costume on. Her name was Ann, she told me as she mentioned that her daughter and grandc***dren were arriving tomorrow from her home county of Buckinghamshire. I guessed she was between 68 and 72 years old - so well maintained that it was difficult to tell.Ann was well covered from the sun with a light shawl round her shoulders, large black sun glasses and gold slippers..