She looked over the men that were there. Several men sent her drinks over and it was really her choice of who she would fuck. Sometimes, she would f...ck them all. She wanted to have fun. She would wait to see what was offered to her.An older gentleman walked over to her.“Hey, doll. Could I buy you a drink?”“Sure. I’m Jenna, nice to meet you.”“Frank. You are a beautiful lady. Would you like to get a table and get to know each other better?”“Sure. That would be great.”Jenna wondered what. I could not, hand on heart say that I have been exactly faithful all this time. I not a raving nymphomaniac by any stretch of the imagination, but I have been lucky enough to have sampled the delightful fruits of the hunt on more occasions than I should admit to here. I lost count I suppose, but there have been quite a few and not all ravishing beauties either.All sounds pretty heterosexual doesn't it? For the most part, it has been a hetro life that I led. I adore women, positively enjoy. Unfortunately, we all drank a little too much and we passed out before anything happened. The next morning he had to wake up early and go to work. The poor thing was super hung over but he was going anyway. As he was putting his shoes on I got on my knees in between his knees, “please stay home today baby, I promise it’ll be fun” he kissed me and started playing with my nipples, I stroked his beautiful cock but he had to be there.So I kissed him goodbye and went into the guest room where my. Mum and I got out and headed for the front door while Foxy drove the cara few houses up and stopped there. A minute after ringing the door bell,it was opened by a man of about 50 who knowing who we were, invited usinside telling us that he was a relative of Mrs Lodge, while theninforming my mother that she should be seated indicating a chair, while Iwas to follow him and we entered another room and had the door closedbehind me.Mrs Lodge was sitting behind a large desk and introduced herself to.