I turned around and unzipped my dress. I took it off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. I kicked it out of my way. I bent at the waist with my...ass towards Ken. I wanted him to see my firm ass. That is when I remembered I had my cock and balls pulled back between my legs. Ken had a bird’s eye view of my cock head and balls in the crack of my ass. I was so embarrassed. I turned quickly and showed him my front. Ken then went to his knees just inches in front of me. Ken reached up for my. He had found out that Carla was having an affair with a bartender at the casino. For once, rather than solving his problems with his fists, he turned away from the whole thing and packed his clothes and left. It was a week later, after Walter got back home that Carla called us. Walter was out, looking for work, and I was the only one home. Carla spent ten minutes on the phone trying to explain to me that she had simply made a mistake. I told her to call back and talk to Walter. She said that. Despite this, I put away the booze like a seasoned lush... I was told later I killed a fifth of Jim Beam by myself. I remember running into her and saying some nasty shit (I definitely called her slut, but the rest is a blur), I remember getting slapped, and I remember getting into her car. I don't remember anything else until I woke up holding her in the back of her Suburban. I was shocked and painfully hung over. She dropped me off at my house after a painfully silent ride, but kissed me on. She was 22, enjoyed wild parties, liked exotic beaches where she can walk around in bikinis, enjoyed getting attention.She moved close across the table while my colleague and her collegue chatted awat and asked me up front, “did you like it?” I gagged on my sandwich and asked “Liked what?” She said “I saw you checking me out when I was walking back to stall”. I turned Red and was blushing, she patted my hand and said “Its Ok I get the compliment all the time”. I moved next to her and asked her.