I knew almost every one of them and Ardele knew the rest.Ardele had invited her old boss, Hec Taylor and his wife, along with a couple of her old girl...riends from BCIT. Both her sisters and their families attended and I was surprised how little they had in common with my new wife. They were nothing like Ardele in physical appearance or personality. Del had told me that they had been raised to be the little angels, while she was the designated tomboy, since she failed to turn out to be a boy in. About 20 minutes later, we were all on our 4th or 5th beers, and the conversation was tuning to a more personal nature. Ceez was asking me how often I swim, and telling me that I had lovely legs. I smiled, and at that point the whole conversation seemed to focus on me.I was a bit tipsy, when Paul, sitting beside me placed his hand on my leg. I looked up at him, and tried to move my leg back, but he only gripped it tighter, smiling. I set my beer on the coffee table, and grabbed his hand to pull. I began by cupping her mature, yet perky tits. This led her to taking my hands and putting them on her erect nipples. I pinched, flicked and toyed with them the entire time I was licking her pussy. After a few seconds, I needed air, and she knew it. She sat back up and got onto her knees with her back arched and her elbows on the ground in front of me. "Lick my asshole!" She shouted. I had never done anything like this with any college girl, but that was only because I couldn't find anyone that. I got in the front seat next to the woman and snapped on the seatbelt. The woman didn’t say anything. She never did. We drove to her appartment on the West Side. She didn’t have to tell me what to do. We had done this a hundred times. I stayed in the parked car until she had walked up the stairs leading to the front door and unlocked it. She walked in leaving the door ajar. The street was empty. I got out of the car, walked up the stairs and got in, closing the door behind me. The woman was.