After only one glass of champagne, I found myself very tipsy and I had a tough time even walking as we left the club. I heard Mr. Johnson’s offer to...Grace that we could go to his nearby apartment to wait for me to sober up and then we could go home. Once in his apartment he put me in a chair and I sat there in a drunken stupor. He went to my wife and as he looked her in the eye, he said something to her. I have no idea what he said but she suddenly became very receptive to his advances. When. The doorbell rang right at six and I ran to open the door, excited for what tonight might bring since it was just us girls.Cara walked in and she looked stunning. She was wearing a skin tight black dress that hugged every curve of her body. She wore false lashes and daring red lipstick, with he hair in soft curls framing her face. The top of her red lacy bra peeked out from under her dress. "You look fantastic!" I spluttered."Thanks!" Cara replied. "You should change into a dress too. Come on,. He laughed and leaned in to speak into my ear, "Thanks for speeding up the line in the men's bathroom." I gave him a broad smile as he backed away to look at my response. We didn't high-five just clinked our beer bottles. He did something that seemed strange but evocative: he slid the neck of his beer bottle as he pulled it away sliding it up against the neck of my beer bottle and toward his embrasured lips. He quaffed the golden brew and smacked his lips with pleasure. The twinkle in his eyes. During the evening we got talking dirty and about fantasies. she asked about my time in prison and if I had and sex in jail. I didn't think it would last and figured what the hell. I can tell her anything without an repercussions. I told her i was str8 going in but after 2 weeks of nothing more than a midnight tug or two. it was really horny time. I told her the new k** in my cell was about my age and actually looked much younger. he was kinda cute, but effeminate. he was bisexual and made.