“Who are—no, I know you.”“Yep, I’m the guy with the deadbeat dad. I was also accused of assaulting Carla.”“Carla? Oh, her.”He joined h...r on the bench, sitting so his legs straddled the sides like hers. “Do you know what I did to her.”“If you are trying to get me to confess that we got her to make it up, then you have it. Not like it matters.”“That’s not why I am here.”At his hungry eyes, she blushed and shimmied backward. “Then why are you here?”“I saw you were having a less than pleasing time. I prepare some sandwiches and lot of water, we calm down. I think we are not wild horny anymore. But we are drunk. We are chatting on the couch and I doze off for a short while. She is not there anymore. I see the light of my bedroom on. She passed out on my bed. She is wearing a short skirt, I can see her panties: they are green.I stand there and think for a while: we are young and it is Saint Patrick so... who cares. I pull her panties off, split her legs and go for that pussy: tastes strong. "Oh, Tyler!" I shouted with excitement and I rubbed my clit faster and faster. I felt like jumping up as I moaned in pleasure. I cummed all over my bed.I checked the messages on my phone to see who the caller was. I read the caller I.D. And it seemed familiar. Then I remembered it was Tyler's phone number. I played the message and I smiled. He wanted to invite me to a party.Later that day at the party I had already been drunk. Lights were flashing everywhere and music was playing loud. I was. She never imagined why any married woman would want something like that. Now she knew.Miriam never refused her husband sex but Maurice didn't fuck her as often as he used to, however, whenever he did insist, she dreamt that she was Charlotte Rampling getting royally fucked by, Legba, the black teenager in the highly charged, erotic movie.*******The 'Party of Six' usually did something together as a group at the start of the summer break from teaching school. Miriam was having lunch with Julie.