I pick my phone up and text her back feeling bolder than before and needing a real answer. Not this superficial banter.Me: Why do you want to have din...er with me so bad? Lauren: Because I like you, Emma. I can see she’s typing so I wait.Lauren: And there’s more to say. About everything.Me: You mean about your stupidly gorgeous ex-wife?I regret typing that as soon as my finger hits send. Not only does it sound jealous, but it stops the quick back and forth banter at once. Which I shouldn’t care. 'We will survive' was the response.'Query' was all that Deborah asked, Manny covered his mouth it alwaysamused Francine how Debbie and machines get along, the holoscreen shown atechnical image of his new brain.Annette cut in: "Look at it, this is nothing like Francine's, norManuel's it's female but it is new."Deborah sighed, Manny was shocked by the discovery and the he was hit bysomething he never felt before, he felt immense pain and visibly spasmfor under a minute and then completely shut. Charles and I have been in the lifestyle for about 9 years now. We are still active and play with new couples and singles pretty often. About 5 years ago we heard from another couple about a swingers club in Vegas called the Red Rooster. We did some research online and found an address. We read some reviews of the place, some good, some bad. It was hard to tell from the reviews how the place would be. Imagining a single male that had a slow night there would of course leave a worse review than. We dated frequently, maybe too frequently. She was twenty-years-old, and as cute as they come. She was 5'2" tall and slightly on the plump side. Her extra weight contributed to her having wonderfully oversized set of tits. I loved playing with her tits, and she liked them firmly fondled. She had shoulder-length blonde hair that was silky to the touch and always smelled like flowers.Kissy was a gentle lover that liked to be screwed slow and easy. That is, until she was about to cum. Then she.