“Hey beautiful, how are you?” he texted back.“Okay and you?” I said.“I am okay I miss seeing your face though. What are you doing tomorrow? ...ant to hang out?” he said. “Nothing; sure. Where at?” I replied.“My place?” he asked. “Sure. What time?” I asked. “Noon?” he said.“See you there,” I said. “Looking forward to it,” he replied. “Me too, so what you want to talk about?” I asked. “Do you like sex?” he asked to my surprise. “Sure I guess, but I have only had 1 partner, how about you?” I. Except Steph-in-me had testosterone coursing through her veins.I turned Steph away from me and started to rub her shoulders. She sighed, relaxing into my touch. I worked on the area around her neck, and then slid her robe down around her shoulders as I went down her spine.When I kissed the back of her neck she stiffened, trying to pull away."It's just me," my voice said in a girly tone, "just you." Steph relaxed again, leaning back against my chest. I rubbed her lower back for a bit, and then. Neither Camilla nor I were all that enthusiastic; we would have preferred to celebrate privately with Asmedogh. But it wouldn't look good for us to skip out, and ultimately the three of us along with Sam, Marilyn and Fabio got into the limo for the trip. A lot of the cast, along with a very few late diners, were already there when we arrived, and late-comers continued to straggle in for the next half hour until the place was so full not everybody could find tables.Everyone was famished, of. ’ I do have that freedom and admit to entertaining more than my fair share of men, but add to that the men I done because I felt sorry for them, nothing romantic, not even horny, but gracious enough to relax and let them have some human interaction, and a good sexual encounter, especially when they least expected it to happen with me. I remember once at a party I was worse for wear, both through drinking too much wine and being tired. I admitt I must have looked worse for wear than I really.