I commented on her clitoral coif, and she said, "Well, I've never heard it described like that!" Buffie commented on how open I was, and that she felt...comfortable with me in the situation.As we chatted, Karen must have felt left out, for she turned to us and said, "What's with you two?" I simply said, "Hey, we're experimenting here!" Karen finally said, "I guess if you two can do it, so can I! Buffie - help me out of this thing!" Buffie stood up, next to Karen, and pulled her gown down. It was. . . you think you guys are ready for some ADULT games huh?" "Now you're talking," said Brad eager to hear what Mr. Johnson was going to suggest. "Ok . . . anyone have any problems with that?" he asked looking around. On cue, Marissa brought in a new batch of the "special" punch that he had tweaked upstairs and made sure all of the guests had one and then gave the final cup to Mike. "Alright then, let's drink up and toast ourselves as we head off to the naughty games that we have planned . . .. Her roomie had aspirations of becoming a star on Broadway and was willing to do anything no matter how dirty to achieve her goal before she hit thirty. Right now she was twenty-five and she figured she had five good years of sleeping around to find her dream job and reach her target of stardom.Angela had allowed her to move in with her after a party that had turned into a bit of an orgy with Jessica as the main course for the evening. Of course the poor girl was so drunk that she didn’t even. "Are you okay?" Bea asked softly, obviously referring to what had just happened with Sydney."I'm fine," I replied again. "Uh ... how's Sydney?" She'll be okay. I sent her home," Bea told me. She paused, then slipped into her fake cornpone lilt and began to explain."That girl, she done built a big ol' wall around her heart after her husband went and got hisself killed in da war. And she ain't never let no one in. That is, 'til a certain, well-endowed young rogue done gone an' slipped right by.