“Oh, honey, a girl’s gotta have some secrets!” Marcy winked at me before feeling me up again.“I see,” I shook my head, making her laugh even...harder.“Kiss me, you grouch!” Marcy snickered as she tasted Ninve’s and Sandra’s ass on my tongue, “your Assyrian lionesses are as sweet as ever, eh? That’s their butt sweat, ain’t it? I love to eat ass myself, you know.”“And to have yours eaten, too,” I teased Marcy, who licked her lips playfully.“Naturally!” Marcy giggled before making out with me and. I was trying to come up with an excuse not to have anything to do with her tonight.I was sick to my stomach again just at the idea of touching her. I sat on the bed and tried to look uninterested. She stayed with it though. She was the very image of a loving wife who wanted some loving from her husband. She exposed a breast, round and pale in the dim light, capped with a dark circle and a proud, partially erect nipple. Coming closer, she rubbed her breasts against my face in a move she knew. "Oh, I'm Venice!" I giggled. "Come in!" Venice?" He cleared his throat and I was crossing the room to turn down the music. "Your name is Venice?" Yeah, well, sorta," I shrugged, sitting down on my bed and pointing at a desk chair for him. "Nobody can say my real name. I'm from Thailand, before. Now I'm American though." Oh. I see," he nodded and he was trying so hard not to look at me. He reminded me of his son when we'd first moved in together. Jared had thought he was getting another boy for. Now I am hit with the new dilemma: do I leave early, do I get there just on time, or finally do I arrive fashionably late? I don’t yet have Lizzy’s number; I should have gotten it – it would have been a lot better idea so I would of known when to meet her at the bar, instead of just being told to be there at 7PM. I decided to get there at 6:50 and grab table for a total of 4, but 6 could totally fit. I sit down and face the door waiting for Lizzy and her friends to come in. 5 minutes pass.