But who's to say what's normal? I think he really wants to be with me. That really turns me on. But we're married! What about his wife and my husband?...What is wrong with me? AAAAahhhhhhhhh!!!!"Several hours had now passed since the last word from Stephen. Carly, also known as "Killer Carly" in business circles, the woman well known for staring people down and never cracking under pressure in a deal, was feeling insecure. She was well aware of the irony. In the heat of corporate battle, she was. "She had never done something like that in the car before and she knew she had caught him off guard. Still she knew he hadn't seen anything yet. Once her breathing was getting back to normal she turned to him and, with a husky tone to her voice, asked, "Did you like that?" Yes, very much." Good," she replied before unfastening her seatbelt, "because now it's your turn." Oh really?" he asked. He laughed and he seemed consumed with his anticipation. Her dainty fingers went to work on the black. As with most college parties, there were drinking games. I played and got a little drunk, but I didn’t want to get smashed. Miranda was laughing a lot and mingling with the crowd. Slowly people began to leave the party and eventually whoever was left was sitting on the couch or floor watching TV. One by one, the other party goers milled out the door. “Alright, Miranda, I’ll see you tomorrow.” A tall blonde girl waved as she closed the door behind her. I waved and said goodbye before realizing. " A loveseat was angled across the bedroom near a sliding glass door that led to the west side of the pool. Tina and Stephanie found a spot on it and deposited the handbag on the floor. Tina replied with her a statement. "We thought you were out today." Stephanie's mom reached for the handbag and pulled out the dildo. She held it and sighed. "This is nice." She narrowed her eyes, smiled, and settled into a more serious look. "So you were going to entertain each other?" "Uh, yes." Tina.