" Really?" Brooke queried from the dreaded middle seat.Kim smiled. "Oh, I was still acquainted with Ben. We shared a class together freshman year; sat...next to each other even. At the same time, I was becoming friends with Adrienne, although I didn't know that he and she were dating – or even knew each other – at the time." Oh, how is Adrienne?" Brooke piped up. "I was hoping she'd be here, but Mom said something about getting called away on some new shoot." She's good. Crazy busy and always. And what about the ones you said would embarrass me?" I guess I am getting shy. Besides, maybe it's not you that would be embarrassed, but me." Oh, please. Remember we are secret and special friends. And, these emails take too long to go back and forth. Tell me about the others. Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!" Okay. Damn. It's not that big of a deal. Let's see, we had some vibrating eggs. She had a double sided vibrator. We had these neat little soft thingies, about the size of a finger with a cup. Music was the fastest way into Gabby's panties.She would twist and writhe to the beat of some Latin dance step and pull her skirt up high to show off her sensual legs and tiny thong buried in her crack. Her attraction to men of color was more because they tended to be more blessed with impressive length and girth of cock than for any other factor. She really loved to watch a long, thick black cock disappearing into her heated pussy and see a pair of work-worn hands roaming unabated all over her. " As Terri left, she waved at the photographers who were taking pictures and videos of the raucous event. She rode in the limo all the way back to the hotel. She went up to her room and made a pot of strong coffee and called her husband. She told him how wild the party had gotten and that she had come home. She'd left out the part about what her friends were doing after all, "What happens in Vegas..."Back at the party, the strippers were finishing up their performance. The staff at the hotel.