What did you say after he said that?”I replied, “We were both inebriated, and I didn’t want to get into an argument. I wanted to get even and to...d him how much I’d like to eat out Emma. That led to a whole discussion about how he’s not a muff diver and how disgusting I am. He said he just likes to please his wife with his big cock and would do the same for you in a heartbeat, given the chance.”She smiled and said, “Yes, honey, you do like to eat my pussy, and I don’t doubt that you really would. But, still I dreamed of having sex with multiple men. I wanted to be treated like a whore. I wanted to be a naughty girl for an evening. I wanted to be called a slut. The idea of these things really turned me on.I wanted to be fucked so many times in one night that my cunt would hurt the next day. I never had that kind of sex ever in my life. These ideas really excited me. When I masturbated, I’d fantasize about having a gang-bang. I dreamed of lots of hard sex all kinds of different ways. When. It’s a place where a woman of any age can go for a safe and civilized evening, to hook up or not as she pleases, and if hooking up is what she want to do she is unlikely to come away disappointed. It’s where Sarah, who once unblushingly described herself as a “sleeping partner” in the enterprise, introduced me to my first lesbian lover Zoe – but that’s another story. After a hasty supper I indulged in a bubble bath to dissipate the tension that had been building inside me, then I made up,. There were no thoughts of seduction, molestation or sex of any kind. Nothing communicates like a good, solid hug and we were just glad to share that communication with each other.Val and Bev were just disappearing down the stairs as we came out of our room and we followed them down into the kitchen. Grace and her troops were already sitting at the table with coffee and glasses of milk. The kitchen smelled of fresh brewed coffee, bacon and eggs, hash browns, milk gravy and of course homemade.