What was or at least seemed in memory as hours later her Mother told the Man where to park beside the 101 freeway near Santa Monica Blvd. Her Mom had ...ointed out a building saying I live over there and then began be dishonest with the man, whose character she latter said liked. Besides he had helped her, never asked for gas money or anything else.Had her Mom been unashamed enough to say, “I want to thank you for helping me, want a Fuck me.”Her Mom’s reasons were not to thank the man. Who knew. There was one man, however, who seemed to ignore the party etiquette which the other participants followed. He drank copiously in isolation, which was odd, as everyone else was with a partner. He flirted with all the women and was rebuffed by them all, as well. When he approached Anne, I expected her to turn away, but she didn’t.We were standing in the kitchen: me, Anne, and a couple that Anthony had introduced us to: Michael and Jessica. We were discussing Christopher Ryan’s and Cecilda. Her heart skipped a beat and her pussy started to moisten as she realized that Bill was getting a strong erection just from looking at her. Suddenly, from her bedroom, came the sounds of groans and muttered obscenities. Emily brushed past Bill, her heart skipping a beat as her leg grazed the bulge in his jeans. “What the hell is going on back there?” she called out to John. She rounded the corner and gasped, frozen in shock. John was at her computer desk, leaning back in the chair, his jeans. “Uh Jack is there something you forgot to tell us?” Rory asked.Before I could explain the circumstances, Chloe jumped in.“He didn’t forget anything, he just lied to us the entire time we have known him.” Chloe screamed at me.I winced, I saw Dad do the same, partly from the pitch of the scream, partly from the words screamed.“Does it really matter how old I am.” I offered in faint hope.“Of course it matters, friends wouldn’t lie about something this important, and I guess we were never good.