“Guess a party like this would be great for you, then,” I responded. “It is. I’m thinking you like it, too,” she said back. I don’t think ...ither of us was talking about the previous night anymore. My cock was swelling and stiffening, well beyond my control at this point. Sandy clearly noticed. She got up from the table and walked up to me. Her hand went straight to my cock, massaging it through my briefs. “Feels nice,” she cooed, “Bet you’ve got a thick one.” “So I’ve been told,” I responded,. She directed a hard stare at me. “Are you feeling alright?”I frowned. “Yes, why shouldn’t I be?”“Stand up,” she commanded.I realised she wanted to witness the state of my arousal. The warm water and the fact that the girls were neck-deep in the water and their assets weren’t so obvious had worked to take the lead out of my dick. I stood.Liz stared at my relaxed tool and shook her head.“I would not have believed it,” she muttered. “Look at that, Daff, do you think he’s had a stroke or. I put on the bobbed black wig and then I put on the bright red lipstick and dropped my wallet into the little beaded purse. I put on the 5" patent leather high heels and I checked myself out in the mirror.I'm 5'9" and 135 pounds and if I must say so I made a pretty convincing looking hooker. I considered a fourth martini to get my nerve up to walk down to the parking lot of my apartment complex but decided I had had enough. I had had more than enough already as it turned out.When the red light. Mel had left me for the free and independent status she could enjoy without any remorse. After consideration, I realized that it was a status I’d assigned her over the years. Then, the hurt and depression set in and I seemed to lose interest in any kind of life.I worked, returned home, survived and slept irregularly, ate junk food and lived with my depression. Time seemed to stand still; as I lost interest in everything. My job suffered as I failed to fight to keep abreast of the.