But, then, certainly not so important either; this isn't my party, after all, but hers, my pre-op transsexual mistress in her ultra-glam gold lame eve...ing gown, an ex-male bodybuilder turned glamour-puss film star, or something of the sort, well, you know what I mean, not exactly a film star, per se, but... Listen...they are mingling, chatting, sipping cocktails and noshing on catered hors d oeuvres and hozzie-whatzies, every so often throwing a glance my way, curious, bored, chuckling at my. “I never even saw you that day. That was later!”Joyce laughed, “Saw me. Right!”“How IS ‘Bad Joyce’ these days?” I teased.“Just fine, thank you very much!” she smirked. “Jake was VERY surprised when she visited on our honeymoon!”I chuckled, “I bet! Shall we play with your kids until dinner is ready?”“They’d love it!”It was about forty minutes before Donna Grossi called us to the table. I went to check on Caroline, but she was sleeping, so I didn’t wake her. We ate a delicious, high-carb meal,. ” “Oh hell, I love a woman, who squirts and gushes, especially in my mouth. I would love to have one tit in each hand, kissing, licking, nibbling, and sucking them until they were harder and red.” “I’ll be there in ten minutes because I love a titty-man.” My fingers slid down further to my wanting pussy, it had been too damn long since anyone, including myself touched it. I was already drenched, and my clit hard. I loved talking on the phone it was so arousing. A sexy, deep male voice turns. It read: Dearest Andrew, Paris was great, perhaps this time we can see some of it, or not! Really looking forward to having, sorry, seeing, you on Saturday. Thanks for the invite. Wet already, Hannah xxx It was some time before Jennifer regained control of herself. She wiped the tears from her face on the sleeve of her gown, took a few deep breaths, and adopted a posture not too different from a traditional English gent about to duel. Wounded but not beaten she scurried upstairs and swilled.