It was morning but already it was 90 degrees outside. Mike and husband, and I were getting pretty sweaty loading up the car. The trunk was already ful... and the back seat wouldn't fit much more. Mike went back in the house to get the last of his things. I heard him come out of the house. I turned around and saw him carrying his 42 inch flat screen TV."Where are you going to put the TV?" I heard his father ask."I don't know, but I don't want to leave it. Maybe we can move some stuff around in the. I never found out his name or age or what he looked like. Somehow, his words were all I needed to hear.I would often masturbate at night. I even bought a nine inch dildo to see what it was like; though I was guessing on the girth. I would often play back his words or read an email or a message from him even though most of his suggestions were firmly committed to memory.I worked myself up into a sexual frenzy of need.Then he suggested we meet!ooOooSo this is it, I thought as I stared down at the. "No, come stay with Brenda and me, I'll arrange something. We need to have a party anyway."Brenda's parties were not huge affairs, but an invite was an honour. I never got an invite, I never needed one, being 'family' and all. Not only were you honoured to be at one of Brenda's parties, you were stoned. There was enough grass burning in that house that you would need your own air tank to avoid it. Often, someone would bring plenty of acid and there might be other drugs. Never heroin; as far as. The attendant knocked the door for me. I was not unfamiliar with this level of grandeur, but even these attendants were a little too high class for me. This was a posh place. I turned to the attendant, “What’s your name?”“Brian, Ma’am.”“Thank you so very much, Brian, you have been so helpful.”Brian nodded his head as the door opened and Emily Stephens-Brown stood there dressed in white. “Hi, come in, Susan.”“Hiya.” It was all I could say. She looked stunning. Her body contrasted heavily with.