She was exciting. While driving over to Happy Hour, Karen lit up a joint. I only had a few hits as I was driving. Karen liked to party. Once inside t...e bar, we were having “free” drinks and talking to a lot of the guys at work. Everyone wanted to know who my friend was. The common comment among the guys to me was, your friend is hot. She wore white spandex pants with a red sweater and red pumps. She had a big hair, blue eye make-up with bright red lipstick. I could never be that bold. . At least not the answer that I was really thinking. Or feeling. I surprised myself when I began to realize that I was enjoying this game, enjoying what I was seeing as I looked down at my daughter’s outstretched legs and gazed at her virgin sex. Sadly, I was finding myself quite aroused at the sight. At first I had felt guilty about this, that my feeling physically aroused like this was so inherently wrong, and yet as the events continued to unfold, I had allowed my old, society instilled. ..She gasped again. They did have a spare key hidden, in the basement, close to their storage room, but you really needed to know where to look to be able to find the key. “Who are you?” she finally managed to ask.“The man your husband asked to take care of your needs while he is abroad, Yvette...”She sighed. As far as she could hear, the man was on a mobile phone and he was somewhere outside. She could hear traffic in the background. Why had she not ended this conversation long, long ago?“Are. It was Denise. She was clad in skimpy bikini bottoms and a t-shirt.Denise is a very nice looking woman, in her fifty’s. She has a few wrinkles around her eyes which gives her distinction. Her blonde hair is a little longer than shoulder length and her body is very shapely for her age. She has a daughter that is about 17 that lives with her, and another girl almost my age who’s married. Her body doesn't look like she has ever had any children.I flashed Clay a look which said, this could be.