’ ‘I’m Karen.’ Karen’s fears were quickly forgotten as she talked with Christie. Everything was fine, until later that afternoon…. ‘Mr. ...endoza, may I go to the bathroom?’ asked Karen. ‘Yes.’ Karen hurriedly walked out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom. She opened the bathroom door and there stood Betty, fixing her hair in front of a mirror. Karen steeled herself and walked into the bathroom. She got as far as the first stall when Betty turned around. ‘Hello, there little girl,’. M. class, where a very muscular and flat chested red head named Kathy was the leader of the four person work out group, which consisted only of house wives. Darla then decided to skip the shower and headed over to pick her laundry up. By the time she arrived home it was 3 p.m., and since now she really wanted to go to the party the next night, she decided to tell Pierre of her intentions and all that had transpired to her sexually during the week, even it meant losing him. After a great deal of. She took the bottle and suddenly wondered what the heck they were doing. She continued to spin around, in a part of her dance routine that was completely habitual, and took no conscious thought. She had no idea that her skirt had flowed up and out, exposing her bare butt and pussy to the player. But the champagne hit the bottom of her empty stomach and the buzz that the emotions of the moment had caused, was accentuated by the alcohol. She took another swig and then had to stop to catch her. Around midday, I got in the truck and headed for the store. I stocked up on the groceries that were on my list and several other things that caught my fancy. Not being on a budget was weird after all these years of pinching pennies. I even bought a couple of cases of beer and several bottles of wine. Splurging was fun. The young lady that checked me out asked, ‘Where’s the party being held?’ ‘Sorry, there’s no party, I’m moving into my new place and need to stock up for the weekend.’ ‘Well,.