Hello! Er...er...my name is Dana. HiVickie. You're my lab partner? Yeah, that would be neat. Man is she aknock out. I just wish I could have met her a... my real self. It's goingto be hard...ouch! This damn thing-a-mug-jig is pinching the heck outof my penis. Shit! Got to watch it, or I could hurt myself. Oh goodie,we're going to be making aprons first. I get to make Vickie's and shemakes mine. I hope she doesn't choose that real frilly what did shecall it...a pinafore? Vickie wants me to make. Strangely, though, I didn’t have any sticky feeling.Quickly I wore my sari. “Strange,” I whispered to myself. The blouse and the skirt were fitting loose on me. “Did I lose a lot of weight in one night?!” I wondered.No. Actually, the guy that brought me in last night was very rough while stripping me. Hence despite it not being a low-cut blouse, I was showing off a significant amount of cleavage.My breasts were swollen after a night full of sucking and kinky slapping. So much that they refused. I was married at twenty-one and stayed that way through college, my first job, and my MFA in Acting. My affair with Belle pretty much ended things, though. Patty went her way and I desperately clung to Belle, trying to prove that my infidelity was actually true love.The thing is that during my marriage—all nine years—I'd never even suggested fellatio to Patty. I must have been the dumbest kid that ever escaped being eaten by his parents. Belle tried to go down on me once, but she had such a. I was super jealous the day she came home and told me about him and how it all started. Kinda blew her off and noticed I didn't want to hear about it. So a few days pass and I get back from a trip and come back home. But before I got there my wife told she was going to the gym and I was like okay. So when I open my front door I see a black dude in my living room. I was confused. Then my wife come from the kitchen with drinks for her and him. I'm like "sweety who is this?" And responds "this is.