Because, for the first time in her life, she was touching a guy and she liked it! She began trying to consume my lips with hers."Jenny, please ... we ...ave to stop," I said breathlessly.She just looked at me, her face inches from mine. She got this crooked little grin on her face, one corner of her mouth turning up, the other turning down. "That was good! I like how you thanked me. I'm gonna feed you a lot, 'cause I want to do that again!" Jennifer," we both started at the sound of her mom's. Yes, he is mine, I did check later, but it would not have made any difference. I even got her a maid/nanny to help out. It was eighteen months later, at the Christmas party; seven days before the celebration of the birth of Christ, she became a whore. I now count time from her whore date. Thirty-nine months, or three years and three months into our marriage and she reverted back to the party girl she was before we married and became a whore for my employer.In the twenty-fifth year of the whore,. But I did go whole hog last night playing with all the women at the party. If Zena stayed around, I'd like that because that would mean I could stay out here at the park. But what about Bee, she's kind of out of left field. My Sis' roommate who I've known for three or four years and a person I really didn't know anything about. She comes out here and goes wild with Zena and her lesbian friends, then goes nuts fucking every guy at the party. Wonder what my Sis would think about her buddy?Well,. Outside there were a couple of girls trying to get people to go inside.Well, they did look like girls, very pretty and dressed as any bar girlwould be – in other words, in very little. We hesitated outside, both ofus, I think, a little nervous about going in. In the end, Robbie pushedme and I almost fell into the bar. It was small and loud inside with theusual disco ball lighting. There was a small dance stage along themiddle with seats and small tables along each side. On the stage were.