After that, we were almost inseparable.We had a lot planned tomorrow and I guessed Jeff's plan. He was going to see that I had enough beer to be worth...ess anytime before noon, and then razz me forever. By noon, our wives' parents would have arrived and notice my lack of participation. I began dumping beer down the drain when I went to the bathroom. I insisted I had to go out to the car for some forgotten items a couple times and spilled the contents of my bottle in the drive. I was determined. "Do you keep all women's sizes here for just such emergencies." Not exactly. I let friends use the place from time to time during the year and it seems that they are always leaving some item of clothing or other here when they leave. I have a small collection. Here let me get your things in the dryer."When he had disappeared through the doorway with her clothes she looked around at the cozy room. She went over to his chair and noticed the copy of Virgil's Aeneid laying open. She picked it up to. I can't nearly make any claims to her sainthood as she very much partied, got drunk or high and got screwed on many occasions. Many more of these stories or maybe confessions coming after the divorce. Not that I missed out on too much. She became more and more free minded about sex and eventually wanted dildoes and vibrators to use while she performed a satisfactory blow job she never that great at that. Over time she wanted to be tied up filled with a large black dildo and have her nipples. "So, twenty dollar blowjobs?" I asked gently."Ain't no money in that," Jemma replied. "Parties, mostly. Lester's got some friends who know people..." So you're a gang-bang girl?" Yeah." She let go of my cock. "Sorry." Some brunette immediately dove on it."One of mine has done it all -- with black guys -- and has a kid to show for it," I replied, "Nothing wrong with being a party girl -- it broadens your horizons. You do anal?"Jemma looked back up at me, "Uh huh!" Like it?" Yeah." Show me that.