As was the outline of her breasts and I couldn’t help but notice her nipples beginning to poke against her bra.She introduced herself as Mary and we...chatted about Alexander. Well more than Alexander, but I was kind of tongue-tied and to be honest all I can now remember about that afternoon was how she looked so golden and gorgeous against the yellow setting sun.When I said that I should take Alexander home, Mary said, oh so sweetly, “I was thinking of having a drink at Kipling’s Wine Bar around. "Well " I said slyly "Maybe if I was otherwise occupied I wouldn't be talking so much."HaHa,I bet " she said with a twinkle in her eye that looked like it might be a challenge.Just then we could her a thumping and heavy breathing from upstairs,"Well it sounds like Dave's getting his" I said."Yeah they're in the only bed I have other than an inflatable one I keep behind the couch.I'll have to get that one out."she said."What time is it anyway,you'll probably want that set up soon,so I'll put it. So we got ready and I had on a black metallic party dress with a deep long V neck dress and long enough to cover my ass with a thong and no bar hehe. With black heels and shiny new earrings and I was set to go.We had a few shots before we head out. I was already tipsy from it. I don't have a very high alcohol tolerance, as soon as we got there the line was crowded line, we all try to get in before the time they charge us to get in. Everyone was trying to hurry up and pushing a bit. I never felt. In fact, I'm horny the rest of my period."She stabbed at her lasagna with a force that made him wince; and he reached across the table and placed his against her right cheek. "Honey, what's wrong?"Tears streamed down her cheeks. "I'm nothing but a slut." Sweet Lord Jesus. What idiot told you that?"She sniffed. "My mother. I told her how I felt one time when I was a teenager and she told me that feeling that way during my monthly meant that I was a slut. I had to ask God to forgive me and never.